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| Topic Started: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:35 pm (106 Views) | |
| Praih | Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:35 pm Post #1 |
 
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Praih sat on the ridge over looking the falls, his feet dangling over them, his white hair framing his face loosely, and hanging several inches below his hung head. It was late in the evening, and the snow seemed to have ceased its endless falling for the night, as the sun was buried far behind the mountainous horizon, and the moon had come up to replace it. Despite the frigid temperatures that evening, the Star Elf was not cold. He was numb. He was in contemplation. He was remembering the past. It seemed like so long ago, but the fresh scars in the palms of his hands, four little slits in each one, reminded him that it was less than a fortnight ago when he encountered the vile fiend Yaksha, less than a fortnight since he had taken the life of his own sister. Sighing, he looked up in the clear sky, examining the map of stars laid out above him. "Did I do the right thing?" he asked in prayer, focusing his gaze on an especially bright star to the south. "Was it right of me to do that?" he asked for the hundredth time in two weeks. It had been so clear to him on that night, soothed by the hypnotic voice of the Baron Samedi, the Grand Lich Yaksha, that his sister deserved every second of what she got, that he had done the same to him. She was only being punished for her cruel deeds, right? Praih called out into the night, a wordless lament for his dead sister, slain by his own hands. What he needed was comfort, he needed something, or someone, to let him know that he had done what he needed to do, that his actions were justified by vengeance, but he wasn't sure he wanted to believe that. Murmuring in some ancient, Arcane language, Praih cast his favorite spell, and let out a long sigh as the familiar pain took him over, compressing his physical being to the size of a loaf of bread. Praih Mohera, a snowshoe hare, stared out over the waterfalls, waiting for the night to take him back to Dal Quor. |
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| Asteria Luxir | Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:48 am Post #2 |
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Snow. It was everywhere, on everything, and on everyone. And it was cold. Way too cold. A lone figure in the middle of the wintery wonderland trudged across it's barren surface, wondering what on the planes of the universe made her walk out in such conditions. She wasn't one to hide, for her fiery locks atop her frozen brain made her a cardinal in a flock of ravens, and she made quite the ruckus as she came across. The noise didn't matter, either, for the bellowing rumble of the waterfall covered anything she made. Her fingers were turning blue by this point, because the girl hadn't found a decent home in a rather long time, nor was it presumed that she would be in the near future. Asteria stopped for a second and looked out, finding that she could see the air again. It was a beauty and a relief, but it suddenly caught her unaware and she was blinded. The moon had decided to show it's face, bringing it's shimmering rays with it. And, of course, living in the desert and in Cascadia didn't help a thing when she needed to be down in the plains. "Why the hell am I out here at all?" she asked to the trees. They, like always, replied with silence. It took her a minuet or two to figure out her original task, and she frowned in dismay. She was suppose to be Striberg, which was way too north for her liking, and she was lost anyways, so it was pretty worthless. The girl would have gone back to Cascadia, but, for one, it was in the middle of winter which meant that finding the floating city through all this snow would be impossible and, two, once again she was lost. Asteria was also hungry. There was already wood in her backpack, along with all her firework making supplies and whatever candy she got from Hollow's Eve. She had enough magic-controlling powers to make a fire, thanks to Drax who had seemed to disappeared after she left him. And, to her usually worthless luck, there was a plush-looking, seemingly-unsuspicious snowshoe hare at the edge of the waterfall. Ditching her bag in a spot she cleared with her foot, she dropped down low, circling the rabbit. As soon as she neared, she gave up on her hunting technics and went for the brawling-styles she earned at the bars. She gave a wild war-cry and dashed after the animal, hoping dinner was near. |
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| Praih | Sun Dec 27, 2009 9:40 am Post #3 |
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With astonishment, the hare gasped as a humanoid woman jumped him. Under normal circumstances, Praih would have simly changed back and explained that it was a mistake, and that he wasn't really a rabbit, nor the girl's dinner, but these weren't normal circumstances. He had been caught unaware by the woman that he had somehow allowed himself to be surprised by, and by the time he could gather his wits and prepare some sort of counter-measure, he was already snatched at pinned by the girl, who roared with bestial fury as the wrestled with the tiny creature. Not bothering to struggle the hare found himself pinned beneath the woman's strong arms, and he gasped for breath, gathering air in his lungs to let out a tiny, shrill exlamation. "Hey! Stop! I'm not really a hare! Please get off me!" he cried out, praying his voice was loud enough to capture the attention of the wild, hungry woman, and praying it wasn't too muffled by the comparitively huge form that bound him. stopping him from moving. Sure, he would admit that he had done some truly awful things in his century of life, but he hardly thought he deserved to be eaten by this wild, hungry woman for them. |
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