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Britters
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Posted: 1/23/2018 at 10:08 PM
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Introduction is a work in progress. As stated in the title this RP is a one on one, private RP, so please do not try and join.
D'jamila Al-Amin - Text Color #915E06
Therona Edertasuna (Zikin) - Text Color #E06F24
Iskandar Karim - Text Color #067191
Caige *unknown* - Text Color #9BC8D1
Edited By Britters on 2/10/2018 at 9:33 PM.
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Posted: 1/23/2018 at 10:28 PM
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There was a gentle buzzing directly to the left of Caige. It didn't take a genius to know that a swarm of flies was feasting upon some dead animal. Even without looking directly at the corpse, Caige knew exactly what they'd find. As expected, their pale eyes landed on a grotesquely disfigured rabbit carcass, only half-consumed. Caige shook their head lightly and stood up. The smell was atrocious, but nothing they hadn't smelled before. What a lovely day in the forest. They carefully scanned the foliage ahead of them.
It was so peaceful, just getting lost in the forest. No one to worry about, and no one to worry about you. Nothing to pay attention to save for the beautiful expanse of nature, through what twisted images it may reflect. They approached an ancient Douglas fir tree, letting their calloused hand caress the jagged bark. This would be a nice resting place.
Ever so gracefully, Caige situated their hands on the bark and pulled themself up. The climb wasn't difficult, and before long, they had reached a low-hanging branch. They slid across it, letting their legs dangle down upon whoever may run into them. Not that there was really any people coming into the forest at night, though.
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The desert was a terrible place. Why had she come here? There was a white hot sun beating down upon her back, irritating her, and nothing but shrubs, cacti, and dirt in all directions. Dirt, she thought to herself ruefully. Shaking her head, Therona crouched down and scooped up a handful of dirt. This was fine. She stood back up and released the sand, letting it fly with the wind. So beautiful.
She swallowed hard and turned to another direction. At this point, she had no idea where she was going anymore. All she knew was that she most definitely needed to find a source of water. Maybe there would be a riparian area somewhere near that she could animalistically drink from. She didn't quite care anymore what others thought of her. Why try to be anything more than what you have been made to be? Why try to fight the ultimate truth as it has been known to be true? She had lost that fight years ago, and today pays the price for it.
A bitter thought crossed her mind that, if she had her magic, she would be able to conjure up some water very easily. But alas, she bore a mark on the back of her neck - a red circle broken apart by seven strikes of charcoal. That curse, until she could find some way to lift it, left her magic bound within her, where she could no longer access it.
Not caring if anyone attacked her, she coughed, her multiple rabid orange eyes blinking back the sunlight. She couldn't see anyone or anything nearby, but then again, why would that matter? The biggest threats always lie in shadows.
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Posted: 2/5/2018 at 12:32 AM
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Pain...there was so much pain. It felt like every bone in her body was on fire as she continues forward, each step feeling like her feet were being weighed down by lead.She felt so pathetic, lower than the dirt beneath her feet. She was D'jamila Al-Amin, a sorceress of great power, who had been struck down and defeated by a mere mortal. It was a hard pill to swallow.
She was barely aware of her surroundings, had hardly noticed when the colors began to change so drastically from her desert home, her focus so much encapsulated by the sharp, shooting pains that seemed to be flaring all over her, like a horrible lightning storm within. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She didn't know how much longer she could continue, only that she would not stop until she found what she was looking for. The only problem with her plan was...she had absolutely no idea what that was.
There came a point, as D'jamila continued her struggle, her brightly colored robes a dusty and torn image of their former selves, that her legs refused to support her any longer. Her stubbornness extreme to the last moment, she literally collapsed mid-stride, biting back the wretched scream of pain as much as she could in an attempt to maintain her dignity. She felt pine needles against her cheek, and could smell the rich and earthy scent of the soil. She had made it to some type of forest, and this was where she would meet her end.
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The word tired did not even begin to define the feeling which Malak was experiencing. Exhausted seemed to even fall short. He had been up day and night it seemed, trying to remain vigilant against any return his foe might attempt to make. After the seventh day, he had finally come to the conclusion he could allow himself to relax ever so slightly, though the idea did not come easily to him. It had been much to terrible these last several years for peace to seem real.
There was this beautiful fountain that existed in the middle of their desert town. It was a popular site, but it would not be a busy time of the day. He took a stroll towards that part of town, on the way trying to get his muscles to lose some of their residual tension, and to stop his hand from jumping to his scimitar every time he heard a loud noise, or saw a flash of bright color out of the corner of his eyes. When he finally reached the fountain, he took a seat on one of the sandstone benches, and tried to lose himself in the sound of the running water and the mesmerizing blue color of the water. Perhaps he could really find some peace now...
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Post #4
There was an unusual din. A most peculiar cry, if Caige did say so themself. And they did. For many years, Caige had learned the universe. They could describe in detail the breathing of a mother antelope as she readied herself for birth. They could express how a tree sighed within the wind as the baby birds that had inhabited it learned to fly. They could explain explicitly the way the sky would bend in the moments before it was about to fall. And with all of this knowledge in mind, Caige knew exactly the cry being heard; the sound of strength crumbling down around one.
Their curiosity piqued, Caige slid across the branch they inhabited. Expertly, their calloused hands reached for a branch of a nearby tree, and they swung onto that branch instead, making hardly any noise. They traveled by limb of trunk, ears still trained to that muffled agony long after it had past, until they reached a tree overlooking a woman. Of all things.
Caige situated themself on the branch, not making a single noise for a few moments. The woman was, undoubtedly, a ragged beauty. Though Caige sensed that she had not always been ragged. No, her clothes spoke of a shattered glory, of a dream cut short before it could come true. She had not always been this way. For however long, Caige merely watched her, and then took it upon themself to approach. Ever so carefully, they dropped down from the branch, moving seamlessly through the undergrowth as if they were not even there, and then crouched down beside the woman without a word.
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It doesn't take a fool to see a monster. Therona knew that much. What she didn't know, however, was what made a monster apart from a stranger. That, she understood, was where she always struggled. Were people simply strangers, or were they monsters, set to demolish her before she would even come to know them? That was the trick. Her experience had taught her, though, that everyone should be viewed as a monster. Alas, it takes an expert to see a stranger.
In her life, Therona had known only one stranger. An unbiased straight line of a mouth. A confusing perplexity of an eye color that she couldn't quite describe besides 'pale'. A voice so in-between as to chill and calm one at once. Hair that simply could not decide whether it was brown, blond, or black in a given light. It was ironic, she supposed, that the only stranger she had known was the one who had left her to her situation today.
And yet, as she arched her back in a stretch, standing straight in the middle of the desert, she could sense a being nearby. Stranger, or monster? the thought drifted across her mind. For the life of her, she couldn't decide which one was worse. She let a lazy, lopsided grin lift one side of her ashen lips and closed her eyes. Feeling detached from herself, she turned in the direction of the figure and let her many eyes open once again.
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Posted: 2/5/2018 at 4:55 PM
Post #5
It wasn't the most uncomfortable place to die, D'jamila mused. The pine needles were rather pointy, but it was a hundred times cooler here than the desert, and she could feel the moisture in the air and in the soil beneath her. Yes, if her end was coming, this was as good a place as any. She thought bitterly of the things she wish she had done differently, knowing that such thoughts were pointless under normal circumstances, and even more so in her current situation.
There hadn't always been such malice within her. D'jamila had once been regarded as mother to many, and had taken great pride in the care she showered down on her charges. It wasn't until people had started to become corrupt, to take her gifts for granted, that a darkness had begun to build inside of her. She had tried to turn them back on the right path, tried to bring them back to her and her teachings, but their influence grew and more of her people fell in with them. In the end, she had finally snapped...
Suddenly, there was a presence beside her.
"Whose there?" she snapped, trying to turn her head and failing, aware at how weak her voice sounded. What a cruelty that someone would be witness to the end of her era.
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The sun beat down on Iskandar as he traipsed across the sand dunes. When the villager had come to him and told him of the strange creature they had seen not far from them, he had jumped up without taking time to cover his head. The sun was a familiar presence to him, however, and he hardly noticed the warmth at all. He had to find this intruder, and dispatch them.
There were never that many landmarks in the desert, but he had lived here all his life, and knew the location the villager had mentioned. Iskandar began to slow his approach, and before long he spotted a figure against the light color of the sand. His hand dropped to his side where he gripped the hilt of his scimitar tightly. The person did not seem to be moving very quickly, and it also seemed clear they were not used to the desert climate.
"Who are you?" he stated forcefully, his voice laced with accent, "What are you doing here?"
As he spoke he saw the person's head turn around to face him and he prepared himself for a surprise attack. When he saw her face, a very light gasp escaped him and his ocean-esque eyes widened. She was hideous, at not just by conventional standards. She seemed to have multiple eyes and her appearance was grotesque. Yet as Iskandar approached her, his moves almost seemed to take on a reverence, and he removed his hand from his weapon.
"Who are you?" he repeated, his tone gentler this time.
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Posted: 2/5/2018 at 7:11 PM
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What an odd being, Caige thought distractedly. Her skin was dark, but rich despite her obvious failings. Her voice had held a hint of defeat, even as she so tried to scare them off with her temper. For quite a stretch of time, all they did was watch her. They took in how her hair shrouded her like a canopy, reminding them of a weeping willow tree, reaching its untimely demise much earlier than should be given its age and potential, all cause of a cruel hand. That was all it took, didn't it? One cruel hand to destroy an empire.
After all, Caige had used little more than one cruel hand to overturn the abomination of the town. They couldn't quite remember her name, nor did they care to. They just continued to watch the shattered woman, hardly moving a single muscle all while they contemplated. This was much too early. She still had her youth to her, even as she bore the invisible scars that would normally be welded over the course of three lifetimes. This was a woman who had suffered, and Caige knew that this was not her time. Ever so careful, they placed a pale, calloused hand on one of her shoulders.
"Come now," was all they began with, their voice a low rumble, despite being neither shrill nor deep - simply, in between. "This is not the way forward."
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The aforementioned question continued to plague Therona's mind as she laid her gaze on a handsome young fellow approaching at a casual pace. He bore no ill-will at first, causing her to be slightly surprised. Normally, when people laid eyes on her, their first reaction was to run away screaming or to cry out for whatever Holy God they chose. Her favorite reaction was when they would toss a handful of water at her, if they so had the opportunity presented. Naturally, the water had no effect on her rather than dampening her clothing and skin. However, this desert nomad, or so he appeared to be, did not look at her any differently than she would expect anyone to look at a normal stranger. This was...odd.
However, remembering herself, she quickly recovered from her confusion. Therona adopted an easy smirk on her dark lips as one of her gray hands brushed a loose lock of silver out of her face. She fell into a comfortable position, leaning heavily on her right foot and cocking her head to the side slightly as she decided how to approach this scenario.
Again, she was taken aback by his gentle tone, but only slightly, and was soon back to herself. "Oh, me?" she questioned innocently, and then her smirk turned wicked. "Only the poltergeist of your regrets, my angel, having returned to remind you to always be on the edge of your paranoia. After all, you never know who is truly out to get you, no?" Of course, she had settled on a playful approach. There were some positives to her appearance.
In fact, when she was younger, she would use it to her advantage to give a nice little scare to the other kids at Her Lady Veraln's home. There was one particular stunt that had them all running to Her Lady Veraln, and in spite of the treatment Therona had received from Her Lady afterwards, she still recalled the moment with amusement rather than bitterness.
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Posted: 2/5/2018 at 7:12 PM
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Ahh, double post x-x.
Edited By Creativity on 2/5/2018 at 8:28 PM.
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Posted: 2/6/2018 at 9:49 PM
Post #8
It was becoming increasingly difficult for D'jamila to remain coherent. Even with the knowledge that someone was watching her, the drive to maintain her dignity was fading along with her will to live. The ironic thing was how peaceful she felt, knowing things would end. It felt like a relief. She had not chosen her path of cruelty, at least thats how she saw it, it had been thrust upon her by the actions of others. Now she could relax.
"What do you know?" she asked irritably, wishing this person would just move one, "You know nothing of me."
Her body, which had flinched at the physical contact of the person's hand on her shoulder, was still in agony.
D'jamila absently wondered when the pain would end, and could only hope that it was soon. She sighed deeply, her breath stirring the pine needles and wafting the earthy aromas to her nose. She began to wish that she had strength enough to look around her. It had been so very long since she had left the desert, and it would have been nice to look upon some natural beauty.
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So many thoughts were running through Iskandar's mind as he crouched down a few yards from the woman. He took in her appearance with an indifferent expression, though inside it was like a whirlwind of emotions. The look of her was disturbing, and he assumed she was used to much fear and hostility, since most would view her as a monster. He was in a unique position however to see something else when he looked at her.
"I'm afraid you've lost me," he said, feeling slightly amused by her words. It almost felt like a performance,
like one of the performing artists that came through with the caravans. "My name is Iskandar, and you don't look like you belong here. Perhaps you should come with me."
He made no move towards her, not wanting to spook her, but the sun was beating down on both of them.
It effected him very little, having been born and bred in the climate, but she looked like the exposure was having detrimental effects on her. They would both need to retreat somewhere cooler, and soon.
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Posted: 2/7/2018 at 7:06 AM
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The bitterness in the woman's voice was expected, of course. Why would anyone feel anything less when they were at their end? Caige couldn't quite understand why this woman would be dying, as she possessed no obvious outward wounds that caught the eye, but they decided not to question it. In fact, they analyzed her again. She seemed much too alive to be dying at this stage. Young, but experienced. Innocent, but pained. Perhaps the balances were tilted in the direction of death and needed a light tap of pressure.
"Knowledge," Caige murmured mysteriously. "Knowledge of what it looks like when one has reached the end before their clock has ran out. Before their actions were all completed. Before the clouds had finished drifting to the edge of the world. Knowledge of defeat. Of one too weak to continue the fight. Too ill-willed. Capable of continuing, plenty, but simply unwilling." Caige's voice had remained even throughout the entirety of it.
In reality, that was the most Caige had spoken in two weeks. When surrounded by nature, there was merely no reason to speak, was there? No. Caige was always more enraptured by listening, and looking, and learning the universe as the universe presented itself, without meddling by the voice of an outsider, gazing down upon the world merely to gaze. Accepting the blessing it is to know such a world.
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Therona couldn't help but scoff. He was really dull-witted, wasn't he? It was never any fun playing with a dull knife. Her arms snaked across her chest, closing herself off as she scowled at his suggestion. Come with him? Who was she, a child who had been separated from her mother, that needed to be rescued by some kind good-doer? Not such a thing exists, she thought to herself bitterly. Even her stranger had caused her pain. There was no one who wouldn't, she had decided from a young age.
Nevertheless, she quirked one silver eyebrow at him unamusedly now, inhaling and exhaling deeply through her nose. It made no sense that she should go with him. Where would he take her? Surely to somewhere more private so he could murder her. Some part of her was screaming to just outright refuse the proposal. Don't even consider it. He's a monster. Just another religious fanatic that thought she was the spawn of the devil, come to wreak havoc upon the lands and reap the souls of those she claimed in her apocalypse. Therona had to struggle to suppress a small smirk at the notion. Yes, she had indeed been called that before. Those exact words, in fact.
She knew she shouldn't even bother asking where he wanted to take her. She already knew. Except...maybe she was lonely. Maybe she was tired. Maybe the heat was driving her mad, for she considered him, and then responded. "Where?"
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Posted: 2/8/2018 at 4:30 AM
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There was something so very strange about the tone of voice the stranger hovering over D'jamila was using. The pitch was so completely even, the tone hardly varied. She had been around for longer than she cared to think about, and this presence above her felt so different than anything she had ever encountered. This fact alone piqued her curiosity, enough that for a brief moment she forgot about her pain and her demise.
"You speak with intelligence and poetry," she said, her tone mocking, "But you speak of things you know nothing about. I have fought longer than you have been alive. I am no weakling. I only recognize that the world no longer has a use for me."
The effort it took to speak so much felt agonizing, and yet the pain seemed somewhat more distant that he had minutes ago. D'jamila felt irritated at the presumption of this stranger, and that anger had begun to burn in her abdomen. That warmth, however hostile, seemed to be feeding the rest of her body an energy that was starting to dissipate the physical and mental devastation going on throughout her body.
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Yes, Iskandar thought as he gazed at this creature, she had definitely been hurt in the past. He was not surprised. Her appearance was jarring and terrifying, and people as a whole were not accepting of things that were different. Particularly if that thing was also frightened them, they tended to to want to destroy rather than understand. In fact most of the people in his village would feel the same way. The fact he felt differently was purely by chance.
"Well," he began, when she finally responded to him, "The sun will remain high in the sky for a long time still before nightfall. It is not safe for anyone to be out here and exposed to its rays. It can be a very fatal thing. My village is not far, and you will be able to find refuge from the heat, as well as food and water."
Iskandar spoke very casually, and continued to remain the same distance from her as when their encounter started. He did not want to inadvertently spook or offend her. His hopes were high that she would agree to accompany him. He would have to sneak her into the village somehow, but that was the furthest from his mind. He could only keep thinking about he had to get her to his mentor, Fahim. He was so confident that she was the one they had been waiting for...
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