A Tranquil Retreat *Private RP*

OOC: This an RP that both me and the other RP had started on Ayenee.com. But, we have both decided to come to this board but we also wanted to continue this thread that we had started there. I have copied and pasted all of the posts in the thread, so everybody can read and see what's going on. Carnage and The Other RPer's SN on this board is Dyne. Thank you.

IC:
Concordia Attica -
The freedom she briefly encountered permitted her to float away from the art of magical combat. The desire to spill blood for the moment had ceased. She sought sanctuary; A temporary paradise that would swallow her in its peaceful cocoon. Her breath remained chilled as it graced the tropical air around her, creating a small mist before evaporating into the evening sky. The cloak she wore braced tenderly against her shoulders, revealing a unique, sunless gown. The laced corset hugged her chest, allowing her breasts to perk up from their binds while her curved hips gently swayed from side to side.

From a distance, she appeared beautiful. But from up close, she was clearly breathtaking. Her skin was very pale against her lengthy raven colored hair. With ebony painted lips that were so lush, add a mesmerizing stare that few could resist. Who could truly deny her?

The tree’s overhead formed a hefty canopy, thus creating a shaded utopia. Few streams of golden light peeked through the crevices, causing her onyx haze to shift into a brilliant steel gray. The sound of the flowing river nearby added to the tranquility of this isolated place. She was no where near the battle grounds of the dying war and that’s the way she wanted it, for now.

It permitted her mind to rest and be at ease. Nobody here would recognize here if they spotted her. Her true identity would be unknown to them and will remain that way until she willed it otherwise. They would only see a young maiden, draped in exquisite clothing fit for a hierarchy of these times and nothing more. Would they be able to sense her powers? That could be a possibility but the dark magic she held was exquisite among others and could be foreign to them; something they wouldn’t understand.

Listening to the softened chirps of the birds from above, she continued to drift forward. She had no idea where she was going or whether she was going to become accompanied by anybody else. She would just have to wait and see; for in her mind, to underestimate a new territory is clearly one of the most foolish things she could do. She knew better.

Carnage. -
Carnage Stood only with in a few feet of the women. His eyes watched her as if she was nothing but a small dot in his way. He was a Judge not a mortal but he could be both. He all ways hated his job so he might just kick it now. His two guns both desert eagles, and a sword that lay hidden in his caot would stay hidden for this person might attack him.


He smiled and waved slightly to her." What do you hide miss, Maybe a fast get away from a master. How does it feel to be free"? He sat down slightly watching her. He would not make a dumb mistake because he wanted some one to talk to. He had been alone for a long time so this would be nice for him.

Dyne -

His essence carried him through the forest. Each stepped graced, each step cursed, he pushed on with ease. From head to toe, his entire being looked like that of a prince, or a young king, who was dressed in royal colors and all sorts of aesthetic armor. Green emerald eyes gazed out into the opening before him, as he stopped to take in time, and think of where to go next. White hair dangled from his head, down to his chin as he looked around this area before him. His journey has been long, and the words of certain people involved in a war, has brought him from afar.

Pressing forth, from his spine a large sword balanced upon him from across his spine. From his top right shoulder, to his bottom left foot, the large sword swung with nothing attached to it but a latch to keep it upon his body. The sword itself, looked top of the line, fitting and appropriately matching his armor and clothing. Shifting his way through the wooded area, as he let one foot after another carry him, he would sense something up ahead. An energy, a signature of beings.

His cherubic body moved closer to the area in which he felt others would be at, he seen nothing. Both eyes scanned the area, and though he could not see anything, he could surly sense someone close by. He knew, common sense told him, it was no animal, but human... or perhaps more than human? He felt his mind was playing with him, toying with him from a little child's stand point.

Standing there, he prepared himself for the events to come and unfold before him, whatever it may be. With this time, he collected his thoughts before taking another action upon this area. He weighed his options, what could be done, what should be done. Danger, friend, foe. Whoever was up there, made no sense... to be in a place like this, was confusing enough. It made him think the question why? He knew why he was here, but the excuses these others had? It was none of his concern... he pushed on, and without doubt, the two came into sight.

At first, his eyes fell upon the woman. Something natural of all men to do, it was like instinct. Though, he would not stare, he would only take recognition to her well being. Seconds later, the man seemed to speak to her. Perhaps they knew each other, perhaps they didn't. Whatever the case was, he still had to carry on. He had to get what he was looking for, and nothing could stop him. It seemed to be an off moment for him, he wasn't use to being around others. It had been so long, for he traveled by himself, as it seemed many had done now a days. With another step, he continued without a word.

Concordia Attica -
Her appeared, so coy and cunning and yet, so quiet. With guns attained in the palm of his hands, she remained composed. She did not apprehend the assault of oncoming bullet, nay, she had no need to at this very moment. At the sound of his voice, her forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. Casually, she craned her head so that she may look at him. The muscles in her face remained relaxed; the persona of her visage was emotionless.

“You speak of freedom as if such things are in reach. But truthfully, nobody is ever free of the festivities of war.” Her brilliant stare grazed absently over his figure, noticing the lone sword resting at his side. Then, she felt another presence. The heat from his body formed invisible waves that reached her and worked like echo location. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, her head turning once again in the direction of the traveling male.

The sword upon his back was enormous! She had seen such weapons before but was it really necessary? It appeared almost impossible to hold without a load of force kept behind it, to keep it from going astray. Admiring him from the distance, he then stepped out and away once more. She decided not to pursue, her curiosity hastily dismissed. She had hoped to come here to be alone, but even now it seemed she could not even accomplish that in this new world.

Carnage -
He looked at her and sighed, he knew she was right but he did not expect her to be out right plain about it. He smiled lightly and he pulled out a cig and lite it up."well I'm not free then even if I wanted to be". He frowned feeling the preasance of the other man. He sent the man a message stright to his brain (Hey why do you hide from us just come say hello and get some rest).

He puffed his cig and smiled at her and blew out the smoke."i'm Carnage and what is your name"? He looked at her he was not attracted to her maybe because he was not a sexal person more of a friend to every one when he was a normal person.

Amenophis -
Tendrils of black smoke slowly rose from the body of mother earth. The thin whisps curled and intertwined around each other, similar to the mating dances of serpents. A cool wind gently cascaded across the ground, forcing the grass to bow ever so slightly. There was no flashing lights, or grand display of fire and thunder. Such things were for the overcompensating. It was from smoke and wind that he manifested.

As quickly as the soft wind had come, it had gone. And then, there were four.

"nobody is ever free of the festivities of war." She said...


"Ahhh....festivity...such a nice label to put on the agony and death that is warfare..." said a deep voice from behind Concordia. Should she turn to investigate the source of the sound, she would see a tall man standing about twenty paces behind her. He was turned to the side, his gaze cast toward the ground. Long white hair obscured his face in shadow. Upon sable heels he pivoted to face the the ones who were there. He did not step toward them, but instead raised a hand almost as if he were going to wave. His movements were graceful and lithe as a cat. Long fingers, slender and clad in black leather, would journey through his hair. What was once his curtain of ambiguity was gently pushed back to reveal a pair of jade green eyes...and the devil's smirk to match...


Dyne -

His eyes flickered momentarily, almost anticipating all that was to come. It was in his nature, to feel these things before hand. The Hexation upon his body, crippling, yet brilliant all on its own. This power in him, something so misunderstood, and so far from being truly mastered. As Carnage tried to speak to him, the mental link would never connect... it would hit a dead wall, and drop lifelessly from there. His ears would never hear that of Carnage, not because he felt he was better than this man, but because the Hex would not allow it.

Both green eyes would dance before the woman, as if tempting to wonder off like a child. Temptation was quickly diminished as his attention was brought back to that fore factor. Seconds before the 'snakes played', his eyes would watch the very area in which the being would be conjured from. He stopped, taking due note to this being while his back was to the woman and the man. He stood between the two parties, a feeling of mediation had come from him... the vibes in which this new being created, was all too familiar to him.

Why would any normal mind summon himself to a place, a place like this? The only reason he could think of, is a target, a goal, a destination, or most of all, a purpose for his forth coming. A cautious mind crept over his angelic being, he was on guard, though he would not show it. His pause, signified his curiosity in what was to go on. It was no coincidence that four strangers appeared in the most random spot ever... or was it? His mind would not faultier or wander too far astray. He would stay concentrated, focused. His mind would remain sharp.

Concordia Attica -

From the time this entire charade began, many minutes had passed. She continued to converse with the young male named Carnage. The hideous stench of his burning cigarette and ejected smoke caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust. However, something else snagged her attention at that very moment. Did she turn to face the man that was conjuring from his clouded domain? No, she didn’t. She found it wasn’t necessary. He obviously was here for a reason and if it was so important, he would soon progress to present it, wouldn’t he?

Ahhh....festivity...such a nice label to put on the agony and death that is warfare...

“’Tis a pleasure to meet you, Carnage. I am Concordia and I am new to these lands.” She spoke towards Carnage as he sat on the ground, comforted by the tree. It was obvious he did not come here to fight; her feeling was mutual. So now was the time to address the male that was behind her, but something stirred deep. Emotions were rapid and swift to confess, a doubt drifted upon the wind. Was it the other male that stood so far yet so close, that was sending these broken signals? Not purposely, of course. Perhaps.

Indeed it is a nice label. ‘Tis why I chose to speak of it that way. Something tells me, you did not just come here to address the way I speak of the..festivities..going on in this realm. So be frank, why have you come?

She spoke to Anemophis mentally, whether he received it would be up to him. She had strong powers of telepathy, having practiced it with the help of her partner. She had been taught so much by his hand but he was not, nor will be mentioned in this conversation unless he was here to personally address himself. Her focus was attempting to balance between the three men that surrounded her, her curiosity being baited towards the one she could consider the most harmful of the three. She was going by instinct and usually, her instinct was fairly correct.


Let it Rain -
Picture perfect days were more than scarce. The sands of time trickled onward to bypass this anomaly that apparently took place at this very moment. Beauty was a nuisance overlapped by seamless tranquility. The chaotic tides of darkness were merely subdued by the gods. The strands that locked this pandoras box of anarchy remained frigidly in place to this very day. Few even know of this misanthropic atrium known as 'the River of Chaos'. Where does it come from? Who commandeth it? Questions that are not to be answered as much as they are to be even asked. What does all this have to do with this very moment? Everything. All manner of beings are held in check between that unearthly line of Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Yin and Yang, or whatever it is mortals prefer to call it. The balance of course..was about to be shifted..

..Dusk had settled..

The forest displayed a timeless scene more commonly attributed to fairy-tales and novella's alike. The sun, as it set, forced a light to bask over the canopies of the wood. The suave and nearly savvy wind coaxed a loving touch to the leaves as they perk and nimbly dance in it's embrace. The group of wayward individuals congregated close by one another. Two talking, one remaining hidden like a coward, and the last being some sort of neutral bystander. These cliche antics were boring.

The being in question, whose presence is still unknown, merely watched from that involuntary world they know as the 'other' realm. The voluminous mind played countless thoughts that were much reminiscent of impeccable madness. Bloodshed was one of the many perks of being a mad deity. Ancient and ageless fingers, without substance yet, would tap end to end and form a delicate pattern that started at the pinky and rolled to the index. Should he decide to become whole and make himself known, what would the sole purpose be? Maybe just a minute or so longer...then we shall see..

Amenophis -
He began his approach. Boots upon grass produced little sound as graceful steps brought him to Concordia's side. His hands were open, revealing he held no weapons upon his being. He moved slowly, let seemed to be skipping forward several feet in mere wavering blurs of his body. Within a blink and a half, he stood at Concordia's right side. She question his reasoning to be here in the silence of telepathy. However, he would speak his answer aloud.

"Names and faces, Concordia..."he said with a smile. A coy smile. In an arcane sense, he could smell her. She still carried the sorcerous scent that covered his findings at the recently crumbled battleground. Perhaps she had information capable of satiating his curiosity as to what happened there. However, he would not bother to ask her questions if he was ill-received. Names and faces were indeed noted. Two out of the three at least. His eyes fell upon Carnage, then upon the angelic being. Perhaps they were after the same thing...

Carnage -

He smiled at her and put his cig out. The put it out on his tounge and let it roll down into his stomach.” Smoking is a bad habit I have, Yes War and fighting has no purpose in it any more”. He frowned lightly as he was not able to connect to the other man. He was not surprised by the sudden rush of people here. No matter what he treid he could never be left alone to talk to some stranger.

His eyes watched the man for a moment and then nodded.” So why do you reside here miss, it is a lovely place but monsters lurk every where”. He would keep his guns at bay for awile incase some one got stupid and started attacking here. He did not like people but would talk to them now and then.

Dyne -

He felt a rush come pass him, as this new being would walk pass him like nothing. It meant nothing to him, perhaps it was better for the sake of everyone here that there was no confrontation with himself... yet. As he wondered in his mind, he could smell it. That scent, that smell, it was definitely clear to him. This encounter, reminded him of a week or so back... different people, same setting.

Continuing with his thoughts, rapidly being processed with ease, he felt a sudden pressure upon his body. It was like his spider senses were going off, and he knew that yet another was out and about. The source of where these people were coming from, were far beyond him. Though, only a small few out of this small bunch, interested him.

The woman, he could feel a yearning of some sort, he could tell that she only sought one thing at this time.
The man with the women upon his introduction, he seemed the most normal out of the bunch, though he would not be mistaken of the mans true self. For every man has a shadow.
This man who appeared from the ground, his mind would tell him the obvious.
Though... another was there. He couldn't see him, fell him, if it is even a him. Though, the pressure upon his body was enough warning to tell him such a thing.

Perhaps, he would stick around a little while longer before carrying on.

Concordia Attica -

Peculiar. Very, very peculiar.

Amenophis responded, as if he knew who she was. Or was he just inquiring about her? The fact that he assumed to recognize her essence would humor her, if she knew about it. It was humorous to say the least. She had never stepped foot onto those battle grounds, everything she performed in that war was within the hidden room. Only she and Arethusa were allowed in there, nobody else. So perhaps he was mistaken.

With a smile forming on those ebon lips, she tilted her head slightly. Her orbs glittered in the dying sunlight, taking a partial glimpse towards the man swooping around her side. Names and Faces, Concordia..

Oh? Is that correct? Well then, it would only be proper for you to introduce yourself as well. She responded to him once again. She chose to communicate with him again through telepathy, so she would not break the current conversation she was holding with Carnage. Her gaze kindly returned back to the young man that had just snuffed his cigarette on his tongue. “I reside her because I have no where else to go, as of the moment. As for the monsters, how do you know you are not looking at one right now?” She then winked at him, her smile still remaining on her face.

Even though she was paying attention to the two individuals before her, the other one that was hiding afar was not forgotten. She continued to receive mental images of even the most simplistic movements. Each breath that he took, each muscle that expanded and retracted, she read him like a book. She also felt something else, whatever it was it wasn’t a common encounter. But as for the moment, she let it be. She would worry about it when it arrived..if it chose to make its presence known.

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--Continued later in the RP--


Dyne -

Michael would take note to the rising son. Had time truly passed so quickly? He was so uncertain, yet it all seemed to become clear. As her eyes locked onto his, he felt the same feeling as before. It was like a cure for hunger, yet he would not show such a thing. Then she broke her gaze away, to only answer the question at hand. When she spoke, he listened just like any other time, though new questions would form in his mind from such an answer... he remained silent.

Then she turned on him, the same question he asked her would now strike him. It was just now he realized how blunt he was being, so personal, something that was none of his business to belong with. As he caught on, eyes would lock again. The question lingered within his own mind for several seconds, weighing on all the answers that could be given. It was true that he was searching for Terrata, but now he thought harder... for his reason for existing was for that soul purpose.

'What is it that you wish, Michael?'

"I wish to settle down." It was a simple answer really, for all he had done most of his life was search and destroy. A constant variable that never seemed to change. What a change it would be for him to simply, live a different life but remain himself all the same. As he stood there, he could feel a heavy mind off in the distance, someone else, someone new was out there. Whoever it was, was unimportant at the moment. His attention was brought onto one being.

Concordia Attica -

I wish to settle down.

The answer that she received caught her off guard. What was that suppose to mean exactly? There were so many ways that she could interpret such a phrase but her smile never diminished. Behind her back, the magic that she possessed was sparking to life once more. As if it had a mind of its own, it nagged her consistently, as if urging her to let it break free. Except, she no longer desired to put this man on his guard; Nay, there was something about him that continued to draw her attention.

“Don’t we all wish that? To eventually settle down. To be able to relax and forget all the troubles of a warrior’s life? To come home to something worth coming home to? A life full of prosperity, love and compassion..What a beautiful life that would be.” She once again looked away and over her right shoulder. She felt the presence of another troubled soul and it seemed he was in a confusing dilemma. Yet, the awareness of the other was short lived for there was another for important individual standing not inches from her.

For a third time, she looked to him once more and in that instant, she released a minimal amount of her power. Looking at Michael, he had some quite astonishing features. His eyes were beautiful to look into, like looking into heaven without the sunlight and clouds to blemish it. His hair, was a platinum shade that complimented his complexion like none other. But there seemed to be something missing, or was there? Upon the back of his ear, something so casually formed. It was simple yet held some meaning to what he had said moments before.

The green stem was placed snuggly behind his ear and poking out past it; a golden rose. The velvet pedals softly brushed up against his silver locks as it instantly presented a floral fragrance. It was tangible, so if this man wished to remove it or touch it, he could do so as he pleased. When it was finalized, her fingers came to rest once again. She didn’t say anything after this, only continued to hold a vibrant expression upon her exquisite visage, wondering what he might think about her little gift.

Dyne -


A game? A toy? A project? An experiment? What was this? He asked himself, trying to find an answer for himself as she spoke. Though not ignoring her, far from it, he listened precisely to every word that flowed from her lips. A family... how long had it been since he had last seen that of his own? Too long. It felt like magic, it smelt like magic, it tasted like magic... but this was a magic all of its own that was like no other.

As the eyes of the two would lock yet again... a shift in balance occurred in which was instantly noticeable. The figure, the object tucked behind his ear would play and dance. His fingers would reach for the soft and delicate flower, his eyes tracing her... its magnificent figure. Each velvet petal was identical to the next, perfect, and flawless in its own creation.

The gift was beautiful without a doubt. His eyes fell onto her, then onto himself as if searching for something. Without moving or showing any signs of stress, he mentally searched himself for something to give her in return. He had not expected this... not in a million years. "I." He said with hesitation before looking at her again. "I can not except this. I have nothing to offer in return." He said to her, trying to be as kindly as possible while placing the rose behind an ear of her own. Besides, the beauty of the flower was now well complemented by the creator of such a thing...


Concordia Attica -

Watching his reaction, her smile kindly faded. However, as he began to search himself and attempt to find a contribution in return, he regrettably informed her that he could not take it. Placing the sun-kissed flower behind her own ear, she smiled innocently. With a twitch of her finger, another stream of magic was unleashed. The flower that he gingerly placed behind her ear simply reappeared back behind his.

“Please, I require nothing. It is a gift that I made for you and you alone. Besides, gold isn’t my color.” She then winked at him, a rather friendly and playful gesture. She pondered to herself whether she should start meandering again, but decided against it. With her hands behind her back, she started to look around. The forest in itself was peaceful, the man that sat down behind her had grown quiet and the individual she sensed from afar had died off in essence.

It was just the two of them now, so what was to come next of this meeting?

Dyne-
He smiled as she provided comfort in response to his own poverty. It had been so long where he had let his guard down like this. Though odd, this feeling felt comforting all the same. He seemed to actually forget his purpose, his goals, his destiny, for a split second as she placed the flower back behind his own ear.

As she spoke of gold not being her color, he would have easily disagreed, but decided it best not to argue over something so silly. Still, so much was unknown about her... and yet, he felt like he knew so much. Michael could read her to some degree, like a cracked book, he could see the powers within her. He feared that she had great power, for a reason would have to be behind it... a tough life would have pushed her to grow so strong.

Not that he didn't mind being... accompanied with a dominant female, not that he didn't mind not having to protect someone so... close to him, it was the fact of struggle and past history that made him think on a matter that he... should not be worrying about. Whatever the case, though not his, he remained curiosity. A curse, this silly curiosity, for it always caused him to dwell on things that did not involve him. As she remained silent... so did he.

Though the silence lasted for several seconds, it was uncomfortable. The silence revealed much around them, the bugs going on with there business, every movement heard. The owls high in the trees, the snakes sliding through the leaves far off. Just faint, enough for an abnormal ear to hear... a slight trickle of water could be heard flowing. A stream, no doubt, would run through these woulds without any problem. "Are you... in a hurry to go anywhere?" He asked, quickly remembering who he was talking to. "If you don't mind me asking."

Concordia-

The silence between them was elegant and dear. It warmed her chilled flesh and brought a humble comfort that was oblivious and rare. It allowed the surroundings around them to spring to life. The songs created by the canopy birds created a harmonic symphony, while the flowing stream nearby formed a peaceful serenity. It almost encased them in a romantic cocoon; with the golden streaks peeking through the canopy as the sun leisurely slipped behind the mountain’s edge, it was as if it was ripped from a story book. Something only a starry-eyed dreamer could compose.

Then, the silence was broken and everything came back into few. Her sunless stare penetrated through the growing dusk, she listened attentively as he asked her if she was in a hurry. At this moment, not only did he make her smile but she responded with a passive laughter. She was not laughing at him at all, but the question roused some softened amusement. Responding back to him, her delicate digits press gingerly to her painted lips she spoke aloud to him.

“I do not mind you asking questions, Dear Michael. So please do not be shy. The night is a gift in which few mortals can appreciate. It brings a comfort that nothing can provide and welcomes creatures of many to its melancholic depths.” She paused for a moment, smiling still. “So to answer your question, No, I am not in a hurry.” Cocking her head to the side and perking her eyebrow, “Are in you in a hurry, Dear Michael?” The tone of her voice had a pinch to it, a sly sound of attitude..but the good kind. The flirtatious kind.


Dyne-
Michael fell into this realm of tranquility, in which was awaken when she too snapped out of it to answer his own question. He gave off a soft smile, giving apology to asking if one minded to do one thing or another, yet he remained silent until she asked him what he asked her.

His eyes fell onto her momentarily, before speaking softly. "If I was in a rush, I would have never asked you such a thing." His remark was as sly as her question pushed it to be, for a smile curled to his lips as he then began to walk. Each step took him deeper and deeper into this darkened world, knowing that she would more than likely follow.

His feet would only move as fast as the lady behind him. Michael had been foolish, all questions asked, yet the most important one seem to have been fallen behind. He realized, in this instant as his feet would take him to the quivering stream up ahead, he never asked for her name. Something so normally asked, but for him so easily forgotten. None the less, his head would watch her as he made his way closer and closer to the water. It would only be a matter of time before they were there.

Concordia-
He drifted passed her and started to head towards the flowing stream. She could almost feel its cool droplets splattering on her flesh and indulge in the sweet mountain taste. With eyes flickering, she would do as he expected.

The earth bared her weight and gave tenderly to each footfall. They were slow and timid, allowing her to draw closer to the young man. She mirrored him quite flawlessly, at least in stride. Her hands rested calmly at her sides while her movement was elegant and poised. Lifting her head, a bleak smile remained on her features. Yet, that childish flirtation had faded for now.

She continued to admire their surroundings, a momentary thought ran across her mind. She was an illusionist and much more; why not bring more life to this forest? But once the thought start to brew, she decided against it. The forest alone was breath-takingly exquisite and unique. Who was she to manipulate such impeccable surroundings?

The silence between the two had become bitter sweet at that moment. The winding river was so close now, the sandy ground in which they traveled on had become more moist. The thickening mud began to cling to her boots as well as decorate the hems on her dress. Though, this did not bother her. She continued to follow him, quietly and in perspective. Once they hit the stream, what would happen next?

Dyne-
It was simple for what was to happen next. Approaching the blue waters that only flowed inches over the ground, crystal clear to the eyes, Michael paused before placing coming to a rest. Standing over the brink of the water, his face would peer into the short depth before him. Even in the dark, a small reflection would taunt back at him. His eyes, though brilliant green, were more then reflected with a dull nature. Though the water reflected his image, perhaps it reflected himself as a whole also.

None the less, he drew back after he would finish admiring the water. A soft grass bed would rest in place of where mud once was. Unlike the other areas of these tranquil woods, this place seemed to remain the most majestic and unique. Placing his bottom onto the ground bellow him, palms flat against the green blades of grass, he would then turn to look at Concordia.

"Through all this time in which we've talked. I still have not received your name, even after you knew mind. So... I must ask. Your name?"

His words were gentle and fun all the same. From his glance to her, a feeling washed over him. Something of a sixth sense... in which he could still feel the power lustering within this women who accompanied him. The company, by all means remained enjoyable... but the feeling would remain as his feet outstretched toward the waters. Thought and curiosity remained, yet kindness and a gentle touch wouldn't go unnoticed. Eyes glancing once more, always on the move, would look at her... waiting for a response. Waiting for something to happen.


Concordia-
“Oh! I do apologize, please excuse my rudeness. I am Concordia Attica and it is my pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Michael.” His stare was tender and soothing and it was enough to draw her a bit closer to him. She sunk low to the ground and sat down on the bank right next to him. Folding her knee’s to chest, her dress draping over the cool ground and some of it dipping into the flowing stream.

Never losing eye-contact, she didn’t know quite what to think about this situation. She seemed rather comfortable around this man, yet she didn’t know why. It was unusual for her to put so much trust into somebody that she just met, but there was something about him that kept her interest.

Dyne-

It all seemed effortless, easy and without consequence at the very moment in which they relaxed through each other. Though slight light would trickle through the stream, he would try to... liven things up. His hands would clasp upon the earth, in which energy would simply be transfered into the stream. Her name teased his ears, how she was pleased to meet him, yet it was he who was rather pleased. "Do not apologize. It's not needed... Concordia." He called out to her for the first time since they were, united within the forest.

As the energy flowed into the stream, yellow, pink, red, blue, orange, and green sparks would be seen flowing in motion and relation to each other. The colors would dance in the stream on their own accord, the energy would spin, twist, and continue there dance. Occasionally, some would jump out of the water itself like fish and fall back in causing a little flash. The colors played, and toyed with each other in harmony. Hopefully it was enough to keep her here, keep her entertained.


"So..." Michael said as he removed his sword and placed it upon the ground opposite of Concordia. He would fall backward and rest his back upon the ground entirely. In a sense, this would show his trust with her, and show his friendly manner. Relaxing even further, his eyes looked skyward, only to not see stars and space, but tree tops. "Where are you to after this?" He asked her curiously, if she knew. It made him curious as to what her plans were, if he could figure such a thing out or not. Either case, his soft eyes would fall back to her. It seemed the war of locking eyes had begun, he could not lose.

Concordia-

He spoke her name and it made her cheeks flush with color. Perhaps it was the way that he said it, or maybe it had been a while since her name was spoken at all. Arethusa has been absent for some time now but she was sure, wherever he was, he was absolutely fine.

Swiftly, her attention was drawn towards the glowing colors that inhabited the shallow stream. They danced and intertwined with one another, they jumped through the air like acrobats only to redeem their grace like ballet dancers in the water. Curious, she calmly reached forward and dipped her index finger into the cool stream. In attempt to conserve the moment of harmony that the energy had produced, a transparent cocoon had wrapped around the beautiful display of light.

Elevating her hand, the sphere was now rising above the water. What was interesting about it though, was the water itself was still flowing even outside of its natural environment so as to not disturb the energy within. It was almost like a whirlpool, but without the vigorous force that would destroy the tranquility. “They are beautiful..” Levitating it a few inches above her palm, she then heard his question and abruptly responded. Her voice still so tender and so sweet, so relaxed..

“Whenever this ends, I do not have a clue to where I will be retreating to. My home is always moving, always changing..’Tis a shame, for I do not have a true place to call home.” She was still observing the dancing lights before she turned to look at him. “I would ask you the same thing, but it seems to me that you are a wanderer. That you are always on the move, looking for this..Terreta? Am I correct, or have I misread you?” Playfully perking a brow, a softened smile still placed on her lips, their eyes locked. She didn’t know an anonymous war had begun, but surely enough the triumphant was going to be pronounced before long. Who knows, maybe it was his turn to lose. Only time will tell.

Dyne-
It seemed most played the same rule of odd-nicity, for once those who were out casted and looked upon as outsiders, were now the norm. He, amongst many including Concordia were all upon the same dirt filled path, the only difference was the agenda's that pushed them to continue. As she continued, speaking of where she would go next, and then for her to realize he was just a wonderer, seemed all too correct.

However, as he sat there, his eyes closed in relaxation, a flash would pass before the insides of his own mind. Something had happened... he was no longer with Concordia, but elsewhere. An open grass land, and there he could see himself, face to face... his stomach had swelled. Terrata... what were the chances? A silent conversation had taken place, incomprehensible to his own ears. No sword drawn, no battle taken place. A few question as it seemed spat out, and, that would be all. Another flash would pass through his mind, he felt sick to his stomach for a brief moment before opening such green orbs.

Michael's plans had changed. It took him several seconds to realize what had happened, but none the less it happened. An intervention, a duel reality, a coexisting body had taken place and progressed his life. The curse... the Hex played upon his body heavier with every passing day. It all seemed so hazy and foggy, but clear and understood all the same. With the understanding, came slight disappointment. It had seemed, his cause was lost. His search was put in a black hole. He had nowhere else to go.

He looked upon her, with slight unease. "Perhaps you are correct, but it has seemed, my agenda has changed..." he said looking upon her, greeting her locked on hues with his own. Things seemed to be moving slowly, every passing moment caused an uneasy shift within himself, he was losing a grip on the things around him. The energy within the water would dissipate and vanquish without another thought. Sitting back up, his right hand would course through his hair. Delicate fingers would touch the delicate flower, reminding him of what was what. He then took in a deep breath, and exhaled... relaxing.

Concordia-
She felt a disturbance, an ill fated arrow piercing through the heart of Michael's stomach. With a glance of compassion, she seemed to read what was going on his in mind. Not directly, of course; she saw no images or voices, she just simply knew that something had gone wrong.

With a perk of her ebony brow, her heavenly stare continued to watch over him. There was much concern in her eyes and even though she hardly knew this man, in the many minutes they had spent together just recently, it felt like she was that much closer to him. They seemed to understand each other awkwardly enough.

Daring to reach out to him, her right hand extended with a kind touch to graze his shoulder. It was a caring caress, the kind a mother would give to her child. With her sunless hair breaching passed her exotic face, her concentration on her aquatic sphere disappeared and so did the crystal-clear illusion. "Michael, are you alright?"

Her voice seemed so frail and tender, quite a change from what it was moments ago. Waiting for an answer, her abundant power quickly became housed within. No longer did they spark at the end of her fingertips, for her attention was now directed towards the well-being of her newly found friend.

Dyne:
Michael watched and listened as Concordia provided comfort and aid. Assisting him kindly in his moment of discomfort. Skilled, he thought that she could see right through him. When she spoke, Michael would respond to place himself and her at ease. "I'm fine. Thank you." Of course he was lying, but he would not show it in the slightest way as he tried to cheer the mood back up.

Sighing slightly, he looked at her. Of all the things possible, he knew one thing could not be. This would never work, it wouldn't be. Thoughts passed through his mind before his stare upon her figure stopped. Green orbs flashed to the tree tops, as if searching for an opening in the thick tree tops to see the stars from beyond.

Taking in a slight breath before speaking once more. "If you wish to leave, you may whenever you feel. I do not wish to keep you." He tried to remain polite with the matter, but people had lives in which he understood. He couldn't burden her with himself, and even if he could it would only last for so long. People had things to do, Michael would have to soon pursue his own things to do also in a matter of time.



Concordia-
I'm Fine. Thank you.

His words stung her ears. Despite his effort to disguise the tone of his voice as well as hinder his body language, it was a force of nature that brought her to the conclusion he was not telling the truth. His attempts to further lighten to mood, even though valiant were poorly executed. It wasn't due to her thinking him a lesser individual, but the way he looked at her. His eyes told nothing but the truth. Too look into that beautiful stare and see the minimal pain drifting behind the drawn shades was painful, especially for her.

Even as he looked skywards to an evergreen canopy, his next sentence caused her perkiness to fold. She then looked down, admiring the flowing stream that housed the energy he produced. This place was so peaceful and tranquil, how could it bring such a horrid premonition? It took her a moment to regather herself, but she dared not look towards him again, at least for the time being.

"Do you wish me to go?"

It was such a simple question. However, she had already stated she didn't have anywhere to go, did she not? So perhaps Michael wished to be alone for now. She calmly awaited his response and even if he thought this could not work, whatever this was, she would not forget him so easily.

Dyne-

"Of course not..."

He could not bestow something so precious. It had been so long since something of such value lingered around him. The feelings and thoughts were all new, and the things he never had before, all seemed to collide. Michael smiled, looking at her even though she dared not. "I did not mean for you to leave. My apologies."

He thought there for a moment. If he did not wish for her to leave, then what did he wish for? Relaxing some, his guard would drop, leaving himself rather vulnerable. Usually, it was the other way around, but Michael could not change how he felt. Pushing himself closer to her, he prodded his head in the general location in which she was currently looking, as if trying to gain her attention.

"What do you want to do?"

It was a simple question. They had all the time in the world...

{It was good!}

Michael could read her, almost like an open book but with some surprises still hidden within the text! Whatever she was doing at that exact moment, did not feel threatening or reckless. As his surroundings came to be, the smell of food flooding his very own nose, he had become unsure. Of course he did not play with illusionary people much, for he could hardly tell if this was all real.

All though the succulent food caught his attention first, he could slowly feel his limbs becoming warm once more. The change of temperature and atmosphere sent a chill up his spine. None the less, while this all went on, his gaze never left her. What was this becoming? He thought to himself once more, for it seemed to be almost like a fantasy, a fairy tale. Even if that was possible, the thoughts of a 'happily ever after' seemed far-fetched... but not impossible.

As the words lingered around his ears no longer, he took recognition to the origin of such a language of the Drow. It was the first time he had heard it be spoken so fluently, but even with that, he still did not understand it for verbatim. Michael's green emerald eyes quivered for only a moment before he spoke again, in attempt to answer all of his childish curiosity. "What is all this?" He knew what it was, the thought of it still being real or not was the question at hand. Even though bad with his words, Michael slowly stood up while offering his hand to help her up as well.

His eyes glittered at the sight of food as he took his own seat. As she asked him such a simple question, he had a simple reply. "If you don't mind." ]Though, he would not allow her to do such a thing, he was capable of taking care of himself. Reaching for the liquid before him in his drink, Michael would drink such a refreshment with ease. His eyes landed upon her before he spoke again.

"Thank you for all of this. Its much appreciated. Is there anything I can get you?"

Keeping his manners, he decided to search the table for the best course of action, which food to grab first, which snack to eat last. It was fun for him to be in a situation like this, for it had been so long.


((Sorry for the cruddy post. I'm tired. xD))

The very fine hairs upon the tips of his ears stood on end as her moaning sounds came to be. Though nearly audible, it was all that was needed. Regardless of the matters and keeping his composure, his eyes fell upon the succulent liquid with the questioning smell. Picking up the fluid, it had seemed to be some kind of... alcohol... or some intoxicating beverage. Fine by him, he would happily drink down and continue to eat at a respectable pace.

His eyes fell onto her from where he sat and his head would tilt slightly. The food tasted so real, the drinks too. It would only take moments before realizing how quickly he was being filled, for the first time in a long time too. Not complaining, he was rather greatfull for such a feast. It took him back to his earlier years... those in which he could remember anyway. Coughing slightly to clear his voice, he could feel the slight impairment of his drink. So comforting, and yet so relaxing. "If this is real, all of this. Does that mean it will never go away?"

He seemed slightly childish in asking, for he knew everything disappeared sooner or later, no matter what it was. It was his hopes, that she understood what he was saying. Michael smiled slightly, trying to keep the mood light and relaxing. Each breath he took, he would savor, for he did not know how long it would be before something like this would ever happen again.


--I'm so sorry for the delay. SO much school stuff going on. Plus X-Mas. Sorry.--

*I will. Thanks. I'll give you a post after the new year? Kk? Hope thats alright. lol. Thanks again! Hope you had a great X-MAs and have a great new year!*