From Dreams to Reality -Valhalla
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Post by Admin on Nov 10, 2014 7:46:47 GMT
« Reply #15 on: Apr 24th, 2008, 03:42am »
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Llewel
Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:57 am
Llewel looked to Rashia and nodded slightly with respect. "Welcome, Knight. I am sure we will have need of your codes and your steel in time. For now, we do need to seek shelter and food. My stomach tells me more time has passed then first guessed."
Suddenly the very foundation of the reality they were in rattled with thunder and a burst of light came from just over the dune.
In reflex, she grabbed the mens' arms and threw them to the ground, turning to shield their bodies with her own back. The rumble and light making her growl and reach for Fali'Sara.
As the light dissipated and she stood, her sword drawn without realizing it, she faced someone who gave the feel of Drak to her mind and heart, but not the look she found common in her memories. Speaking of the shelter, she glanced to where he pointed behind her and the men. Nodding she answered as demurely. "I think you are right. Whatever hovers there has not ill intent, but..." She shook her head as if clearing a thought. There was something about the storm coming that was unnatural. Controlled yet not...
She watched Drak close his eyes and knew he spoke to another. But who his words went to or what was said, was not her knowledge to have. As she resheathed her sword, she nodded to Drak once more. Then she turned in silence and lead the way over the next dune towards the appeared oasis of shelter and the hope of sustanence.
Her mind reeled. There was a hunter come to execute her, suddenly sworn to protect her and defying his own oaths. There was a Knight, strong in the code, and full of more desire to see honor conquer all then any other person she had known in a very long time.
And then there was Drak. She felt his pain as keenly as her own, bottled as deeply as her own, and ignored... just as she ignored her own. They would have to find time alone to discuss this. She needed to explain without the ears of strangers around. They knew too much already.
She was unaware that approaching from behind where Drak had been there was another. A woman of noble birth... a woman from her past who soon would also face her and perhaps judge her. Had she known, she may have run. Sometimes ignorance has a purpose.
She continued to stride up the path towards the house, entering the courtyard and seeing servants scurrying around like so many worker ants. They carried trays, water, cloths of finest wools, softest silks, and the smell of fruit trees in the electricity of the coming storm and the odor of incense somewhere close, yet faraway, assaulted her all at once.
She paused just inside the double gates and stared wondering if she shouldn't just ask for a place in the stables.
Llewel
Protector
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Ariana
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:53 am
Ariana’s eyes rolled, a kind of bored expression fermented with tedium, kind words were no use to those of her caliber for most never spoke them with the purest of hearts and souls, she wouldn’t be fooled with kindness, even if the beholder of that voice proved to be one of kindness. Was she going mad? Insanity didn’t have a place amongst the Unseelie Court for they were forged with both instances of darkness and light, more of the chaotic prospects of nature, for she was the very essence of nature in all its cruel and beautiful glories. A pathway shown, a friendly hand extended to direct her towards they congregated, the scent of her lineage coursing strong throughout the forest and had Ariana not known better perhaps she would have seen it as another place of beauty was tainted by a less honorable name, perhaps upon meeting them Ariana wouldn’t be so judgmental. It was not her place to condemn them for the sins of others; it was hardly a prize worthy to claim with the means to shock with the rolling of heads to the very feet of the worthless, fallen monarch of Camelot.
Following the masculine voice, weaving in and out of the trees as each foot came to motion over sodden foliage and moss covered rocks, agility and catlike grace giving the stability to course her way through the woodlands with no fear or dread in her conviction, Ariana knew nothing of fear and certainly never showed otherwise. It was here that Ariana spoke, the wind whispering through the canopy, scattering leaves across the forest floor as if paving her the way in an array of vermilions, gold’s and red’s. ”All Pendragon blood is tainted and you would be foolish to think otherwise, we carry all the sins and crimes of those whom came before us for they paved our way to the Underworld just as elaborately had Cailech lit the way for us with her torches… I am not afraid of some storm for I have seen many unlike that of which you have ever seen. But, perhaps the Slaugh wish to reclaim the world for their darkness or the maws of the Great Horned One wish to pierce the Mother once more. You sound like you fear something without understanding it first…but I will not begrudge myself the amicable gesture of shelter and food, that’s if of course you don’t mind sharing with one who isn’t shadowed with masks and false faces?”
It was doubtful any of them would know what Ariana spoke of, though in due time they all would surely find out.
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Rashia
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:36 pm
Looking to the storm Rashia smiled.He had seen his share of storms and the rain always made him feel at peace leaving him with a feeling of the hundreds of years of blood was washed away from him. M'Lady the way you refer to the Code like it holds no meaning to you at all.My i ask why? Seeing the light from the dune Rashia drawing his sword before being pulled to the ground. Slowly coming to his feet Rashia could see he was not the only one how had drawn a sword. A foolish feeling came over him as he realized he was no longer in his armor. Smiling to himself as he wached A man walk over the dunes where Draken had been. Looking to the house Rashia smiled at the thought of something to eat and a place to rest.
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Llewel
Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:57 am
Llewel looked to Rashia and nodded slightly with respect. "Welcome, Knight. I am sure we will have need of your codes and your steel in time. For now, we do need to seek shelter and food. My stomach tells me more time has passed then first guessed."
Suddenly the very foundation of the reality they were in rattled with thunder and a burst of light came from just over the dune.
In reflex, she grabbed the mens' arms and threw them to the ground, turning to shield their bodies with her own back. The rumble and light making her growl and reach for Fali'Sara.
As the light dissipated and she stood, her sword drawn without realizing it, she faced someone who gave the feel of Drak to her mind and heart, but not the look she found common in her memories. Speaking of the shelter, she glanced to where he pointed behind her and the men. Nodding she answered as demurely. "I think you are right. Whatever hovers there has not ill intent, but..." She shook her head as if clearing a thought. There was something about the storm coming that was unnatural. Controlled yet not...
She watched Drak close his eyes and knew he spoke to another. But who his words went to or what was said, was not her knowledge to have. As she resheathed her sword, she nodded to Drak once more. Then she turned in silence and lead the way over the next dune towards the appeared oasis of shelter and the hope of sustanence.
Her mind reeled. There was a hunter come to execute her, suddenly sworn to protect her and defying his own oaths. There was a Knight, strong in the code, and full of more desire to see honor conquer all then any other person she had known in a very long time.
And then there was Drak. She felt his pain as keenly as her own, bottled as deeply as her own, and ignored... just as she ignored her own. They would have to find time alone to discuss this. She needed to explain without the ears of strangers around. They knew too much already.
She was unaware that approaching from behind where Drak had been there was another. A woman of noble birth... a woman from her past who soon would also face her and perhaps judge her. Had she known, she may have run. Sometimes ignorance has a purpose.
She continued to stride up the path towards the house, entering the courtyard and seeing servants scurrying around like so many worker ants. They carried trays, water, cloths of finest wools, softest silks, and the smell of fruit trees in the electricity of the coming storm and the odor of incense somewhere close, yet faraway, assaulted her all at once.
She paused just inside the double gates and stared wondering if she shouldn't just ask for a place in the stables.
Llewel
Protector
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Ariana
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:53 am
Ariana’s eyes rolled, a kind of bored expression fermented with tedium, kind words were no use to those of her caliber for most never spoke them with the purest of hearts and souls, she wouldn’t be fooled with kindness, even if the beholder of that voice proved to be one of kindness. Was she going mad? Insanity didn’t have a place amongst the Unseelie Court for they were forged with both instances of darkness and light, more of the chaotic prospects of nature, for she was the very essence of nature in all its cruel and beautiful glories. A pathway shown, a friendly hand extended to direct her towards they congregated, the scent of her lineage coursing strong throughout the forest and had Ariana not known better perhaps she would have seen it as another place of beauty was tainted by a less honorable name, perhaps upon meeting them Ariana wouldn’t be so judgmental. It was not her place to condemn them for the sins of others; it was hardly a prize worthy to claim with the means to shock with the rolling of heads to the very feet of the worthless, fallen monarch of Camelot.
Following the masculine voice, weaving in and out of the trees as each foot came to motion over sodden foliage and moss covered rocks, agility and catlike grace giving the stability to course her way through the woodlands with no fear or dread in her conviction, Ariana knew nothing of fear and certainly never showed otherwise. It was here that Ariana spoke, the wind whispering through the canopy, scattering leaves across the forest floor as if paving her the way in an array of vermilions, gold’s and red’s. ”All Pendragon blood is tainted and you would be foolish to think otherwise, we carry all the sins and crimes of those whom came before us for they paved our way to the Underworld just as elaborately had Cailech lit the way for us with her torches… I am not afraid of some storm for I have seen many unlike that of which you have ever seen. But, perhaps the Slaugh wish to reclaim the world for their darkness or the maws of the Great Horned One wish to pierce the Mother once more. You sound like you fear something without understanding it first…but I will not begrudge myself the amicable gesture of shelter and food, that’s if of course you don’t mind sharing with one who isn’t shadowed with masks and false faces?”
It was doubtful any of them would know what Ariana spoke of, though in due time they all would surely find out.
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Rashia
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:36 pm
Looking to the storm Rashia smiled.He had seen his share of storms and the rain always made him feel at peace leaving him with a feeling of the hundreds of years of blood was washed away from him. M'Lady the way you refer to the Code like it holds no meaning to you at all.My i ask why? Seeing the light from the dune Rashia drawing his sword before being pulled to the ground. Slowly coming to his feet Rashia could see he was not the only one how had drawn a sword. A foolish feeling came over him as he realized he was no longer in his armor. Smiling to himself as he wached A man walk over the dunes where Draken had been. Looking to the house Rashia smiled at the thought of something to eat and a place to rest.
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