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Erixianti

"I'll find those who will be precious to me one day..."

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a character in “Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Unreality”, as played by Igari

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Image Name: Kanaria Lhavanthe

Inner Self's Name: Erixianti

Type of Dreamer: Lucid Dreamer

Age: Appears to be in her early teen years

Gender: Female

Appearance: Erixianti is small, rather petite girl; her slender frame barely reaching five feet in height. Her weight is even less noticeable, which can almost make her seem dainty and someone that would break if squeezed too hard. Small lips, a tiny round upturned nose, and noticeably wide eyes only help to enhance the doll-like figure she possesses. She has curly locks of white hair which foam around her, coming to rest an inch or so below her waist. Her eyes are a lavender hue which can seem more lilac if hit with light at just the right angle, long lashes surrounding the orbs. Adorning her head is a crown made of a deer's skull, the antlers sticking out several inches beyond her. She wears all white, a contrast of lace, silk, and a more rough fiber that makes up her frills. The boots she wears add almost nothing to her height and are fashioned with a pair of garters.

Theme Song: Gracefully

Current Relations: She regards Quinera as her knight figure and feels that the jester is her loyal guardian and defender. She relies on the girl as much as any princess can and feels unsure if she is not in Quinn's protective shadow.

Personality: Delicate in visage and in behavior, everything she does is quiet and careful. It can be near impossible to detect any sort of noise from her, giving her an association with a "wraith" for her ability to slink away unnoticed. She prefers to remain an observer, the outside player, and the reader peering in on the unfolding story. She enjoys the vantage point as it means she does not ever have to be directly involved with events but she can still watch them as they transpire. This position stems from her love of books, particularly those that involve daring adventure and mystical powers. It is from this that spawned her hero complex and oft are the times that she will compare her experiences to events in a fantasy novel. Inwardly, she thinks of herself as the heroine that has yet to experience her own tale and is waiting until she is swept up in a story of her own. Only then will she stop being a watcher.

As passionate as her love is for such things, her belief is even stronger and she will throw herself wholeheartedly into something if her faith is there. If she finds that someone attempts to contradict this belief, she will do her best to tell them otherwise but in the most polite way she can manage. She does not like confrontation and tries to avoid initiating conversation altogether as she finds it very difficult.This, in turn, makes her a touch of socially awkward and she will shy away, even from contact with others. She rarely knows the "proper" thing to do when put in a situation where she must actually converse with another. Most of the time, she subsides to profuse blushing or glances down at her shoes since she doesn't feel she has much to say or contribute.

Getting her to speak can be a feat within itself and her method of communication often throws others for a loop. She is seemingly a "mute", using her second pulse to animate the deer skull on her head to speak for her. The voice of the deer is always changing, reflecting the emotions that she is feeling or the atmosphere that is present. As such, no one really knows what she truly sounds like. The deer is unable to speak when it is not in physical contact with her--when it does, it makes distinct clattering noises much like that of bones being shaken. Though she will not willingly admit it, she does have a slight fascination with bones and if she feels comfortable enough, will squeeze someone's arm or poke at their ribs to feel how firm their bones are. She likes collecting any that she sees but it's unknown as to exactly where she stores them all.

Overall, she will appear endearingly cute and this perhaps gives her a bit of charm where her charisma is lacking. She is not a hard girl to please and is easily impressed by even the smallest of parlor tricks. Strangely enough, if she feels that someone has fit into her story, she will become intensely attached to them. In her mind, there are three main characters beyond herself--the knight, the prince, and the wizard. Those three are the ones that she will dedicate herself to--that is, if she can find them. They can't just be dreams, right?

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Abilities

Her Soul Sphere has two different pulses, though she is unable to use both at the same time.

Pulse I
Her first pulse derives from shadows, giving her the ability to summon darkness and will it into different shapes. These shades will often appear as nothing more than shadows when passive, taking on stronger, more three-dimensional shape when physically summoned. Through vocalization and mental projection, she can alter the form of her shades. These forms can range from something simple like a cloak to wrap around her shoulders to a huge beast to defend her. The shadows can expand about 75 meters beyond her physical body before they fade away.

The limit to what she can summon and how powerful it can be is tied to her current mana and stamina levels. Physically, she is not a fighter whatsoever so any and all attacks are done from long range only. Her shades are automatically summoned the instant she uses her voice, contorting to match her dialogue. This makes it impossible for her to speak lest she wishes to constantly be bringing her shadows into existence. When she is not using them, they often whisper to her and ask for freedom and form, though she rarely pays this any heed. Between her two pulses, this is the less taxing out of the two but the one that she uses far less.

Pulse II
Her second pulse is, quite simply, energy transfer. If she culminates her desire strong enough, she can imbue an inanimate object with a personality and a short life span. This is primarily done with the deer skull that rests atop her head in order for her to speak with others. However, the life energy that she has given this object will automatically leave should she summon her shades. Whatever personality traits she gives to the object, she will lose herself and be unable to properly express it. Therefore, if she wished to make her deer skull more friendly, she would turn a bit more distant and cold. This is part of the reason her skull can be a tad obnoxious and loudly talkative.

Her control over the transfer is not without its faults. The larger and more complex the object, the more energy it will take from her. The transfer is something of an ongoing exchange. She must continue to imbue life into an object even after it has been "brought to life", so to speak. Her range with this ability is much shorter, only able to stand about 2 meters away from her target before her energies can no longer reach it. As time progresses, she must steadily draw closer to the object until she has no choice but to maintain physical contact in order to keep the transfer. If she attempts to put too much life energy into something, it can drain her completely and cause her to pass out.



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History

In the waking, she was known as Kanaria, a mildly sociable woman whose goal was to become a lawyer. In actuality, she is closer to around 26 years of age, possessing short locks of black hair and hazy blue eyes. When she was much younger, she had discovered her interest in fantasy upon reading her first full-length novel. Since then, she had always found comfort in books, stories of dashing heroes and amazing feats. She could spend hours curled up against a bookcase or at a coffee shop with a pile of books at her side.

At that time of her life, she had always wanted to be an archeologist--someone who would forge something new into the world and bring light to incredible events that had transpired many years ago. Progressively, this began to be implemented into the inner self that would take over when she would dream. She had not always been a lucid dreamer, having her first truly lucid experience when she was ten years old. It took her several years to duplicate the process and many more hours of research on lucid dreaming to finally get it down. Dreaming was her escape, where she could live out the dreams she had always wanted to and where her wishes came true.

As she grew older, her career choice became more of a memory and she moved into law instead. Due to her reclusive and often bookwormish nature, she had never been able to make a great deal of friends. This never seemed to bother her, there was always comfort to be had in stories anyway. However, this also meant that she had never had a relationship so her ideals of romance where always tinged with child-like naivete. As mature and cordial as she came off, she would always end up fantasizing about the day her real prince would show up.

This mentality is what aided her in maintaining her close link to her inner self. Though she is a woman, on the inside, there is still a bubbly child waiting for all her dreams to come to pass.

So begins...

Erixianti's Story

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A small girl with tumbling locks of white hair was lying on the ground, her petite frame curled up almost defensively. Her breathing was slow--paced even. Her body was still numb and she did not feel the faint breeze that skimmed across her cheeks and rustled through her curls. There was a light layering of dust that was sprinkled over her face, partially scattered about her clothes. Her breathing hitched as her eyebrows furrowed slightly, fingers twitching. Something...

This didn't feel like that place anymore...

The female breathed out as she became a tad more aware of her surroundings. She was lying in a grassy field--this wasn't the cold, stony feel of the streets of the city. She had to open her eyes. The skull upon her head felt heavy, too large, obtrusive even. Why did she feel so weak? Her eyelids fluttered, hands clenching into light fists as she tried to raise her eyelashes. The process was a tedious one but she took deep breaths as she did so.

At last, a few scant rays streamed into her vision, the girl wincing as she finally opened her lavender eyes. Her gaze settled on the ground first. There was a river nearby but it did not work to calm her. How had she ended up here? She looked over her shoulder but there was nothing there. Only more fields, more river, more open space. Her arms trembled as she propped herself up, straightening as she got a better look at everything. This definitely wasn't the city, nowhere near it. But how had she ended up here?

She could only recall brief flashes of the instances right before her memory blanked out. She recalled the odd jester girl who had aided her against the odd engineer in the alley and the witch that had been taken away by the hounds... She had wanted to look for her, get a better view of what was going on... She and Quinera had been scouting the city, the girl had wanted to go to the center. They had been on the rooftops... but then the tiles had given way. She had fallen... there had been some kind of cushion below her but then the flash of light came. And now she was here. She frowned, a bit of worry leaping into her stomach.

Where was Quinera now? And where were the others? She was sure there had been other figures around her at the time of the explosion... but it seemed that she was alone, at least for now.

And why here, of all places? The only open areas away from the city were a far ways off. Had the explosion really knocked her that far? Then again, logic like that couldn't be used here. She reached up, fingers brushing against the skull. Dead. Her lapse in consciousness must've been quite awhile for her skull not to be directly connected to her energies any longer. She would worry about imbuing it with her pulse later. There was no one around anyway so communicating would not be an issue.

Her body felt stronger than it had when she first came to and she decided to test it, attempting to balance her weight and stand up. She stumbled, very unsteady on her feet for the first few attempts before finally standing properly. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. She didn't like being alone again. A light blush coated her cheeks with this realization. She had always traveled around by herself, had she really adored the jester's company that much?

That was a silly question, of course she had! That was her knight and her protector. Right after she'd found her, they'd been separated. Her first priority should be to find the other and then maybe reconvene with any of the others that had been at the city. She glanced once more to the distance. It was hard to get any landmarks in an open place like this. Her best bet would be to simply choose a direction and take her chances... Once she got her bearings, she'd be able to more accurately travel.

She wasn't exactly used to being lost like this but it couldn't be helped. Whatever had caused that explosion had had enough force to send them all flying. She grasped her arms more tightly. Admittedly she didn't want to make this journey at all. But she wasn't going to get anywhere waiting for Quinera to come to her.

Trying her best to adopt a firm visage, she chose to go east. Eventually she'd figure this all out.

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Time moved differently here. It always had. What felt like hours could in reality be minutes, even seconds. And distances were never quite what they appeared to be. The small girl felt as if she hadn't really gotten anywhere at all, despite having walked for awhile on her own. Why did her memory feel fuzzy? She felt as if she hadn't recovered fully from the events from earlier. As if...

She tried to push that feeling off. No, no one could've possibly tampered with her memories or recollection. She was probably just experiencing the aftershock of the explosion... It wasn't quite every night in the Dreamscape that cities toppled to the ground like that, after all. There would have to be a time later she returned to Tinker Tocker, to observe the rubble. By that time, maybe there would be some nice bones for her to collect. The thought made her stomach all aflutter. Mmmm, bones...

She blinked several times, shaking her head and causing her white curls to bounce about. That could definitely wait until later... Ahehehe.

She blushed lightly over her thoughts, re-focusing on the landscape before her. If she was going to make any progress, she had to view the scene not as one that was far... but as an obtainable goal. That was one of the distinct rules of this realm. Sight was merely up for interpretation, everything was virtually questionable. So if she believed that the journey would be a short one, then it would become that.

Her first order of business was most definitely finding Quinera. And walking around aimlessly wasn't going to give her an idea of the landscape. She was going to have to imagine being near the outskirts of this particular area to make any progress. The petite female closed her eyes, breathing out calmly. Alright, just walk fowards. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot.

This wasn't so bad. If she kept her eyes closed, she could put more effort into her other senses. The refreshing scent of the grass, the faint aroma of the flowers. The wind that skimmed against her cheeks. If she wasn't attempting to find her knight, then she would've been tempted to remain here. She had always been a girl that enjoyed beautiful things, after all.

She held her arms out to steady herself, no longer paying heed to the distance so much as directing her thoughts towards her location. Though she didn't know precisely where the jester was, by envisioning her, she was certain the Dreamscape would do the rest and perhaps guide her towards where she needed to go.

Of a sudden, she was thrown completely off balance and sprawled on the ground. She looked near her ankles and discovered she had tripped on a lone rock. The blush on her cheeks heightened to an embarrassed hue. She really had to watch where she was going! She felt foolish. She had never chased after anyone before but then again.. she had never really had a friend. This whole experience was new to her. But it wasn't an unwelcome one, just a worrisome one.

Part of her wondered if she would encounter someone else before she met up with the jester. Would they be friendly? Would they want to assist her? Come to think of it, this whole scenario was rather odd. Why hadn't she encountered any others yet? Perhaps there was just no one inside of this particular bubble but it still struck her as a bit odd...

She pushed up off the ground, steadying herself again and re-closing her eyes. Back to the task at hand.

The deer skull on her head rattled about as she took her tiny steps, antlers swaying a bit. She reached up with one of her hands and brushed her fingers against the bone. Mmm... Comfort--mild comfort but it made a difference when she felt so alone out here. She dropped her hand back down slightly to its previous outstretched position, humming as she did so.

There was, of course, no way she could've known that being alone was probably what made the difference in the choice. And why the crimson eyes that followed her progress lightened with relief over the easier act of masking the girl's presence. The dreamer traveled along none-the-wiser, oblivious to the watchful eyes of one much smaller than she.

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The times were few and in-between that the girl ever deigned to listen to her shadows. Often times, they spoke words yearning of freedom, for her to use her voice to give them form. She did her best to ignore them and, for the most part, was successful. But in the rare moment she did lend her ear, they would sometimes tell her something helpful. This was not to say her shadows would try and bring her harm... But they were devious and would do anything to be set free. Trick her into using her voice to release them, even if the time was short and lasted for some several minutes.

The girl tilted her head towards the ground, half-closing her eyes as a shade brushed against her small frame. "Mistress," It whispered, the girl in question instinctively shivering and wrapping her arms around herself. She did not respond, only glancing at the barely existent being from underneath her lashes. "You are going the wrong way."

The wrong way? How was that... well, she had not quite gotten her bearings on her location. Perhaps the shadows could sense something she could not. Quietly, she inclined her head in a nod, waiting for it to continue.

"There is another like you... he wanders amongst the drakorehl." Her face paled a little as she heard that word. Drakorehl... the paper-thin shadow reflections that wandered in Eludrest. She had taught herself never to visit there. Beyond the fact that her shadows and those beings might just become chummy... It was a dangerous place for all inner selves that were conscious. That still had links to their waking selves. Drakorehl fed off that essence... Whoever was silly enough to go there willingly..

She sighed a little and tapped the side of her deer skull twice. The object rattled, clattering as it moved its jaw about, as if stretching its muscles. Muscles it most certainly didn't have. "Is he still whole?" The skull voiced her question for her in an air voice, wispy and hesitant. She could sense the disappointment from the shade. It had hoped she would speak up. No, she was smarter than that. Even if she was supposedly alone, it was always dangerous to do that. To let them out for a second, who knew how her words would be taken? Who would fall into danger because of her? The thought of what had happened the last time..

The moment passed and the shadow laughed at her, causing a chilled sensation to settle in her stomach at the sound.

"For now," Was all it said before she felt it fade. The girl sighed a little to herself, reviewing the information internally. Aother like her--had it meant another inner self? A lucid dreamer? She instantly dismissed her recent thought. No, it couldn't have meant that, it had to be another inner self. That was the only possibility. But the shadow had said "he". Quinera was most certainly a "she". But maybe it would be better to seek him out. If he was there, he did not understand the danger he was in.

She had never willingly been the savior and had never consciously attempted to assist someone like this. But if there was even one more dreamer out there... She had to take the risk. She had to try.

The girl turned on her heel, firming the image of Eludrest City in her mind. She'd have to go to the edges of the boundary, then the Dreamscape would do the rest. She took a deep breath as she now walked with purpose. First she would find him, then she'd... hopefully ask him if he wanted to help her on her search of her friend. It would be easier with another person and the journey wouldn't be so lonely anymore. Yes, that seemed like a good idea.

She paused for a moment, squinting off into the distance. The realm always complied with strong will and reaching the boundary had only taken a few minutes of walking. It was what she saw near the boundary that made her hesitate. That made her wonder. Who was that? It looked to be a woman in a full set of armor... were those wings on her back? She had never done well with approaching others. In fact, she wanted to avoid groups as best as she possibly could. The boy was different, he was in danger. But would she be able to side-step this woman without her noticing?

It made her nervous to contemplate speaking... well, maybe if she was real quiet, the woman would just leave her alone. The warrior looked a bit lost anyway. She was going to tell herself that. To give herself confidence.





Two of them now? This was going to be harder than imagined... masking the smallest of them was a simple enough task but to hide two was going to be a chore. There was no way that all could be shielded... With a bit of regret, it knew there was no simple way around it. Soon the hunt would begin.

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Khalimandaria’s search amidst the rubble of the broken and burning city was proving to be fruitless, if that term could even justify how little evidence could be gleamed from the rubble or explain how other questions seemed to come to the seeker's inquiry. This one rarely questioned the why of an act, but without an obvious answer as to how or when it was done it seemed only logical to pursue this line of questioning, which yet again left this one with a blank slate. Whomsoever, or whatsoever, had laid waste to this place had done so with extreme efficiency, and if there had been any inhabitants in this ruinous place all trace of their existence was wiped from view, as if some kindly housekeeper had come by and swept it all away. Yet another question to be answered, why could Khalimandaria not find any of the city’s inhabitants? That is, of course, assuming there were any when the city had been destroyed.

For all the seeker knew this city had been abandoned long ago, for whatever that line of reasoning might entail in this world of curiosities and intricacies, and that the destruction had been something harmless and lacking in any evil design. The thought of an action lacking in any purely good or evil motives and intentions seemed inconceivable to this one who considered everything to be black and white, any shade of grey seemed to be the result of a mind incapable of resolve. One who lacked such resolve could not be trusted, for if they could not resolutely set their motives and intentions upon the good and just then there was always the possibility that they could fall from the path of righteousness. Maybe that was the reason this city was abandoned and destroyed; it could have been the symbol of decadence and decay in its time, in which case this one would have gladly assisted in dismantling it, stone from mortar.

Something seemed different though, it was as if the city had changed, no longer could Khalimandaria feel the heat of any fires, nor the stinging of nostrils accompanied with the smoke from previously, but this city seemed to lay in just as ruinous a state, but where the first seemed dismantled by intentional machinations, this appeared as if abandoned and reclaimed by time. This city truly seemed as if it had been forgotten by everyone and lost to the sands of time, the mortar corroding and buildings decaying slowly and consistently, creating the impression of some order to the chaos in this place. How had it come to this place, and why did it seem so . . . comfortable, as if this being belonged here, in this city devoid of any passion, both good and evil. It almost felt as if this one belonged here. The solitude and tranquility was calming to the mind and body, quieting all of the previous turbulence created by its search in the city of destruction, and molding a sense of possibility here. Maybe Khalimandaria could make this city into something new, and not only restore any previous glory but transcend it in a way its previous founders could only imagine.

A feeling of being watched crept into this one’s mind though, was there still someone left in this city? Maybe they were a lost soul, such as this one of pure justice, and needed assistance in this deserted and decaying city, they might even be one who desired to assist Khalimandaria in the restoration and glorification of this city, a resolute being who sought a city of justice. Or they could be one of pure evil, one who would need purging from this place so that Khalimandaria’s desire could be fulfilled. Whatever the circumstances to her accompaniment this one’s resolve remained the same; it must determine the motives and intentions of this stranger’s presence. All that was to be done now was to set out and find this other being.

How long it searched seemed meaningless, but as time progressed the feeling of being in another’s presence and watched grew slowly, until it felt as if the other was standing next to the seeker. When Khalimandaria turned to survey its surroundings better it finally set upon the visage of what seemed to be a young girl, who seemed hesitant and somewhat worried. Why was a child in such a desolate city as this? Maybe she was lost and needed help, Khalimandaria was unsure how it could provide any more assistance than as a companion and maybe protector, but surely that was needed by this lone child. The angelic being approached slowly, stopping before it came too close to avoid frightening the poor child, and addressed her in a firm, but soothing voice, “Do not fear child. My name is Khalimandaria, and I wish you no harm. What brings you to this desolate place?”

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The woman was approaching her, that much was certain. The girl swallowed, wrapping her arms around her small body. The woman did not attempt to touch her, merely stayed a suitable distance away. The angelic figure was much taller than the younger girl, a fact that she was well aware of.

“Do not fear child. My name is Khalimandaria, and I wish you no harm. What brings you to this desolate place?” What was she to say? She doubted the woman would go away, even with a proper answer. She furrowed her brows, tilting her gaze downwards and shifting slightly.

"I... am Erixianti," The deer skull clattered to life, speaking in a soft wisp of a voice that barely had any strength to it. She was always so nervous around other people! She wished that she could somehow project the answers to them preemptively so that she wouldn't have to deal with all this conversation. It got her in a tizzy and made her nervous... "I am looking for someone, my protector."

She looked at the woman from underneath her long lashes, letting her bangs cover the top parts of her eyes. She would just have to tell herself that this being was not scary. If she did that, she would have nothing to fear, right? It did not seem like the knightly woman would be harming her, if the approach was anything to go by. So all she had to do was stay calm, relax

But that wasn't the whole truth, now was it? No, she had to find the boy, the one in Eludrest. He was in danger. That was her first prerogative. The city was a dangerous place, even for one such as herself. The beings there, they were not the same kind of shades that she controlled. No, they were only imprints left behind by old inner selves who no longer had a link to the waking self. A mere visage of a memory that leeched off others... Far different from her shadows who were coherent and conscious.

If it came down to fighting, which she hated and wanted to avoid at all costs, would she make it out okay? Part of her realized she was counting on the boy to be capable, in that sense, to make up for what she could not do. Maybe it would be wiser to open up more to this woman after all. If there was no sense of aggressiveness, then there was no harm in companionship. She just had to learn to be less scared! She wanted friends, right? One didn't get those by always running away from the first person that approached!

"I am... headed towards the city, actually," The skull spoke a bit more clearly, the tone filled with more surety. "There is someone who I need to retrieve from there," Nevermind the fact that she did not know him. It took all her strength to force the next words to pass from the deer skull's mouth. "A-Are you going in that direction as well?" She nearly shook for how much effort it took! Oh, how she wished Quinera was here. At least the jester was able to talk to people a lot better than she was...

Some heroine she was, barely able to communicate and fearful of the slightest interaction. She could only hope that time would aid her in getting better. She gestured ahead of them with her hand, pointing towards the edge of the boundary to indicate where she needed to go. "It's that way," She mentioned quietly, unable to hold the woman's gaze. The skull portrayed the urgency she felt. They had to get there soon. Before the boy found himself in an irreversible situation.



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He was being a show-off again, wasn't he?

She sighed to herself, running a few fingers across the holographic image. He always made things difficult, not that he intended to. She knew that, of course. He did not know of her, he did not know of here. But she knew of him and Enforcer had always been the type that enjoyed a flare. Perhaps it came from his affinity with fire. She placed her hands atop her lap as she gazed at the small figures within her reconstruction of the Dreamscape. They could not sense her watchful eyes, surprisingly, the lucid ones were not aware either.

She suspected it had to do with... no, she daren't even think it. She had a brief moment alone, a lapse of peace that surely would be shortened if she so much as thought of her... ward. Yes, that would be the polite way of putting it. The dreamers were all so... oblivious. Almost like young children. And here she was doing her best to defend them without them having the slightest clue.

He had stumbled, no, he had sensed that small group located by the campfire. Hopefully that would keep Enforcer busy-busy enough for her to shield the others and keep attentions away from those that really mattered. Indeed... the girl with the skull fascination and that angelic knight would act as a beacon for the scattered dreamers to gravitate towards. But they were not who she really had to protect.

That little witch was going to owe her a lot more by the time she was through with all this.

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Khalimandaria



Khalimandaria’s soft lips formed a broad, warm smile and spread across the visible part of her face, hoping to assure the young girl that it was not seeking to harm her in any way, but even though it was glad to have come upon such a friendly sight, something did not feel right. This was definitely not the presence it could feel earlier, the one which had been watching it for so long and it had sought out in return, just to stumble upon this frail child with the strange, clattering bones from which she seemed to speak. The angelic being had crouched down when the girl turned her head downwards, hoping not to dwarf her with its much larger size, something that seemed to be proving rather intimidating to the poor girl, and hoped that she was not frightened by its presence. It tilted its head to the right slightly at the sound of the girl’s soft, wispy voice and the accompanying clatter of bones.

“Erixianti, a pretty name for a pretty girl, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The girl seemed so anxious and frightened, maybe she was unaccustomed to one such as Khalimandaria, or merely disliked the company of strangers, but when she spoke of searching for her protector it seemed to make much more sense to it. A slight frown formed across its face as it pondered this occurrence, and when it spoke next there was just the slightest hint of a contemptuous snarl in her voice, “Searching for your protector? A protector who loses track of their charge might not be worthy of such a title little one. Do not worry though Erixianti, I could always accompany you until we come across this so called protector. May I ask to where you travel young one?”

Once again there was that soft, wispy voice and clatter of bones as Erixianti spoke through a strange skull, only one piece from an assortment of bones of all shapes and sizes, a rather curious preference of accessories for such a small, timid child, but there were stranger sights to be seen in this world. The voice was much clearer and firm this time, something that relieved Khalimandaria quite a bit, enough so to bring another soft smile to her lips again, especially upon hearing the child’s request. The thought that there was someone else located somewhere within the desolate, lonesome city where Khalimandaria felt that piercing gaze staring down upon it was almost too much for it to believe, and immediately a protective and curious instinct kicked-in.

Khalimandaria nodded curtly as the girl’s voice quieted down, the skull seeming to quiver and quake with urgency, and she lost the girl’s gaze once again. A delicate hand reached out towards the young Erixianti, stopping just shy of lightly grasping her thin shoulder, not wanting to frighten the girl any more than she seemed to be at the moment, and the angelic being stood back up, stretching its wings just slightly as it set its gaze upon the city. “We should hurry Erixianti, there is a dangerous aura about that city, and a young one such as yourself should not wander in there alone. Come now; let us retrieve this ‘someone’.” Khalimandaria set a quick pace back to the city from which it had wandered, in search of someone or something which it had not found just yet. Maybe they were this “someone” Erixianti wish to retrieve, or even her so-called “protector”?


Once again time passed by in an indistinguishable manner, as they crossed over the threshold into the city itself and began wandering the ruins aimlessly in search of this other stranger, with Erixianti still seeming so anxious and in a hurry to find the person for whom they sought. Khalimandaria decided to stop in what appeared to have been a fountain-area at one point in time, now toppled-over and reclaimed by some form of vegetation unknown to the angelic one. It turned around to face the young girl, as it tried to stay somewhat in-front of her should anything jump out to surprise them as they traversed the ruins. “Let us stop for a time Erixianti, the one for whom we seek might just wander by this way whilst we rest, and if not we can at least reconsider how we are searching. Now, tell me, what does this person look like? Are they male, female, or something else?”

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Eludrest City

He was trying to get out of the strange city. Having seen his other half, it had unnerved him completely. What was worse was the look of evil intent in the being's eyes. Kiyu felt his heart race, a strange feeling at the back of his mind pressing forward. He fought to keep it down. The feeling was a strange one and it was scary as well. A kind of darkness that he didn't want to let invade his mind and body.

Kiyu moved swiftly, coming down a set of old stair in the short hill that went passed several broken down stone homes. The 'people' there seemed to turn their cold eyes upon him, causing him to fear even more and move faster. Always at the back of his neck, the feeling that someone was staring holes through his skin was present. He could almost feel his mirror image following him, if that were even possible. Kiyu continued to tell himself that it wasn't possible and that these people didn't mind his presence at all.

As he came down from the steps and the street leveled off he began to recognize where he'd come in at. The open courtyard was familiar with the fallen stones, the fountain at its center and the lack of the paper-like people. He felt a sigh of relief fill his chest as he slowed his advance. With his heart settling down, and his thoughts coming into a point of rest from their haywire earlier, he didn't notice the two sitting at the fountain.

Even so, he was a ways away from them, still on the edges of the main part of the city that was nothing but rubble. A sudden chill ran through his spine and he turned to look behind him. Golden eyes widening, he took a step backwards as he turned to face them. So, the people had followed him and they looked... upset. He wasn't sure really. Even so, they came at him with every intent to attack and Kiyu swiped his hand out in front of him, a shout of fear escaping him.

As his hand swiped out, a rush of black crystallized spikes erupted between him and those that wished him harm. He pulled away from them slowly, the crystal wall wasn't nearly high enough to keep them away for long and it wasn't all that thick either. He'd done it in a hurry with little to no thought at all. Kiyu's heart raced in his chest as he backed away, watching them carefully and preparing to raise another wall if he needed to.






Zakiriya


Zakiriya edged closer to the growing tension. He'd not made it in time to save the boy, nor had he made it nearly close enough to do anything about the sudden attack of the girl in a sphere. She'd turned immediately and proceeded to... feast on the unfortunate companion. His heart twisted, wrenching as he watched her. It almost made him sick, but he kept control of his stomach.

His weapon, however, he did not put away and he kept a close eye on the man who had killed the boy in the first place. The others, though didn't seem to notice that their companion was indeed killed by something much worse. He wouldn't say anything though, they were not lucid dreamers and even if he did tell them... how were they supposed to believe him? Zakiriya swallowed dryly as he approached the group. His hand tightened around the shaft of his scythe.

"What is the meaning of this?! What have you done? You were a guest at my fire, and this is what you bring to my table? Murder and secrets? Darkness and death?"

The boy who spoke in enraged tones also materialized a weapon he too took an interesting look. Stopping just short of them all, Zakiriya shifted so that he was nearest to the boy who asked the question. The large blade of the scythe scrapped the ground as he moved ever so slightly into the better position. His gaze fell upon the woman who'd eaten their friend and he once again felt a wave of nausea ensue.

Zakiriya wouldn't say anything until the woman answered the given question. He would decide then if she was an enemy or not, even though everything about her screamed evil. He watched wearily, ready for a fight, but not really wanting one, not so early in the game...