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Post by lonewarrior on Oct 19, 2006 16:00:25 GMT -5
Metios slowly woke up being carried by a guard, and three others around him. He looked around to see his surroundings. He saw that he was being brought to a big castle. One of the guards saw him wake up, and said."Don't say a word scum. We know where you are from, now you will rot." The guard said evilly. Metios was about to move but couldn't. His arms wouldn't move, nor his legs. He thought to himself" Damn it they paralyzed me."
He was brought into the castle, right exactly the second when he was dragged through the double doors, they turned left, throwing him down the hard stone stairs. They walked down the stairs, one of them picked him up again, and threw him into the cell across from Joker. He was shackled by the scrawny one who seemed he didn't want to do this. He than locked his arms together with iron chains.
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Post by lonewarrior on Oct 19, 2006 20:03:58 GMT -5
"Go to hell guards". The boy Metios said. He then spit blood through the jail cell, not moving any thing but his head. It hit the guard captians shoe with a splat. Metios sneered, and the guards walked away the captain said" huh I think we are short on the food for the new prisoner. Now ant you sorry you are from Pride?. Scum!"He said punishing him for that. He walked out one of the guards saying "They only get one meal every week". Than the captin saying "so". He bit at his shackles gnawing, and makeing grunting noises, and whineing. He than stopped, and sighed.
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Post by nostariel on Nov 4, 2006 16:46:49 GMT -5
Tis such a funny world we live in…Filled with hate, and betrayal. Not once can we create a civilization in peace, without one day, putting it on a path of fate to destruction. I once knew a wise man, a scholar, by the name Dalieleo Gigaldi. His faith was of science, yet there seemed to be fate wrapped into his numbers and explanations. Perhaps of greater beings that build roads for us, yet he always believed in reason…and it is us that walk the paths, not the gods pushing us forward, yet our own exonerate choice. A father he was to me, swaying my mind away from the faith that took me in, and the faith I truly could never quite grasp onto. The reason for this only fate knows…Perhaps, it was my destiny, or the genes past down to one generation to the next. Or even, memories, ones that I cannot control, and every night wrap me in the rotting black of a deathly pestilence. It was this evil, this…wrongdoing. That led to that great scholars death, and to my ultimate road of demise…Dalieleo, may he forever rest in peace.
~ Tiuri Lythíanne
-DONG- -DONG- The churchly bells rang out through the compound; searching through, you would find the area deserted. All paying their respects at the mass. Yet. There was one…One that not at the mass, as usual. If you had walked through the gentle, calming compound, and followed your nose, it would of led you to the sweet aromas of a garden courtyard. , Lush green grasses, and assortments of flowers bursting with colors sprung about like springs first wet dew. White Phalaenopsis Orchids. Lavenders, and Roses, all assortments from ferns to soft soothing Cherry blossom trees to the bright red Hibiscus flowers. A small waterfall gently hummed at the far end of the garden like courtyard, letting a soft spray quench the thirst of the plants. Perfume mists floated in the air filling you with happiness and soothing thoughts. And in the midst of all this peace lay a girl, looking to be about thirteen of age, eyelids closed, her arms were folded behind her head as she watched the clouds race by, seeing if she could distinguish what each one looked like. Apparently, she had forgotten about mass…Again. The young priestess’s mind drifted farther from the faith that had taken her in, every night she would sneak to the old man, and he would tell her stories, teach her to read, write. Give her books in which she would sit in the gardens for hours, or sit up late at night to read. It seemed that Tiuri simply did not fit in.
Yet…had it really been six years…six years since they had found her on the doorsteps of the church compound. She had been four was it? Yes. That young age, yet so many memories. Horrible memories that filled her with nightmares each night. She remembered her mother, and her father, and her two-year-old baby brother. Ethan that had been his name. Her village was burning, flames burst around her yet she made her way in the secret door in the floor. –Clunk—clunk— the wood went above her head, weakened and afraid, she slipped into a restless sleep, in which she remained for about two days. After upon awakening, she came out, to find her family all dead, a tiny delicate finger traced over her baby brothers cold cheek and she kissed him gently on the forehead. Tears streamed down her pale face, keeping her crystal blue eyes filled with moisture and sadness. A cough sent the young girl from her thoughts and she rushed to a tall man, her father. His tan hands gripped about a small harp, and a cough escaped his lips as he placed it near her. “Never for…for get” he said, swallowing down what could only be blood. “and, when you get scared Tiuri, just sing and play, the song I always played for you at bed” he choked with a cough, gripping her hand he started low, and the girls tiny, wavering voice piped in, tears streaming from her eyes as she saw her father weaken. His voice finally cut off as he drew his last breath, and the tears continued to stream down her eyes, managing to choke out the last part before falling on her fathers chest, wetting his tunic with her soft tears of love. It had been then, that she made her long way, and finally, half dead, fell upon the steps of the monastery, in which she was taken in, yet Tiuri never forgot, and every night she would play. Play her soft lullaby in which the hand made harp would ring so sweetly, along with her voice that wrung with the very charm in which her harp sounded.
A sharp –HEM- turned Tiuri from her silent watching. Sitting up, she turned her pale, crystal blue eyes to the priestess, who had a smirk on her lips, and arms crossed. “Missing mass /again/?! Tiuri, I just can’t leave this unchecked.” She said with a twinkling laugh. Oh, that horrible laugh, that sent shivers down her spine. Tiuri never quite knew why Roiraloa was so mean to her, Perhaps jealous of the feral beauty and grace that seemed to surround Tiuri, or just…Simply, because she could. Tiuri would never Truly understand that hate behind the priestess. A hurried old woman came stalking up beside them. “What’s the meaning of this Roiraloa?” the woman asked, silver curls bounced lightly at her waist, while her twinkling blue eyes which held warmth and love turned from Tiuri and then to Roiraloa. High Priestess Palioira had always taken a liking to Tiuri, and a disliking to Roiraloa’s pure desire to exceed her and take her place, and the proven disrespect she saw when she was not around. Tiuri fealt relieved at her arrival, yet even more ashamed. The kind woman had always shown her kindness where the others had simply looked down upon. Roiraloa pointed an accusing finger at Tiuri. “She skipped morning mass…Again!” she said, a sparkled of achievement in her voice that she might get the young girl in trouble. High Priestess Palioira looked at Roiraloa’s face. “I’m well of aware of that Roiraloa, Please, excuse me with Miss.Lythianne, she said gently with a nod. Roiraloa snickered and headed off. Palioira walked over gently, kneeling down before Tiuri. “Tiuri my girl, We took you in, and you must show responsibility. You are growing up, and all know here this life is not meant for you…You must learn responsibility. I sense fate entangled into your future, yet you must learn to straighten that path, before walking upon it” she said, standing up, she patted the young girl’s shoulder. “see you at supper Tiuri” she said with a nod, then headed off.
“Philosophy is written in this grand book - I mean the universe - which stands continually open to our gaze, but it cannot be understood unless one first learns to comprehend the language and interpret the characters in which it is written. It is written in the language of mathematics, and its characters are triangles, circles, and other geometrical figures, without which it is humanly impossible to understand a single word of it.” The voice rung through Tiuri’s head as she hurriedly took notes, sketching out a mapped model of a solar system, in which a sun, not this planet was the center. Many thought Dalileo crazy to think that this planet might spin, and turn around earth. Surely it could not be possible, yet Tiuri always found it interesting and exciting, always having a strange longing for the stars. Finishing she looked up at her frizzled old teacher. “I think you’d better be getting’ to supper dear” he said, pulling up his spectacles to read a script. “We don’t want you getting in trouble again” he said, his warm green eyes twinkling in an eternal laughter. Smiling she scooped up her books and put them under the floorboards and helped him hide most of his stuff, and with a gentle wave, she headed out, humming quietly and replaying her lesson over and over in her head.
A sharp whistling had her stop, both blue eyes wide, she looked to the sky and let out a startled gasp, jumping to the side just as a large ball of fire crashed down, throwing her to the side with the impact it threw her against the wall and she felt something snap and a burning in her ribs. Standing up and swaying she raised her eyes, fire flickering across the very pale face and silver blonde hair. Roars and woots echoed across the way and fear struck in her heart…Raiders. Starting up a fast pace, she sprinted for the exit, clutching her side, as she did so. An arm suddenly came out, grabbing her slender waist and pulling her close to the man, dagger caressing her cheek. “now what are you doing out here all alone” he snarled lustfully. Kicking out, her foot hit hard in his groin and he cringed, looking up with fiery eyes. “You little pregnant dog!” he snarled, slicing out, his dagger cut across her left eye and twice at her right jowl. Screaming in pain she fell to the ground and he stood over her. “Good bye love” he said raising the dagger. A wooden staff collided hard in the man’s head, and he crumpled to the ground…Dead. Dalileo limped over to her, examining her eye with worried filled green orbs. “Run Tiuri, Run into the forest…I’ll be okay, Just …Run, Run as far as you can, as fast as you can” he said, giving her a gentle hug while ripping off part of his robe and wrapping it about her left eye. “RUN!” he yelled, pushing her forward and turning back to the flaming monastery. Taking a deep breath, he started forward to see what he could do…And that night, was death of a great Man…A scholar, and wise soul. The death, of Dalileo Gigaldi.
Tiuri stumbled into the forest, gripping her harp which had been on her back she heald it tightly in her grip. The forest darkened as she headed deeper and deeper into the wood, the trees whispered and tears streamed out of her good eye, while the cloth about her left one was bloodied and stung. A fell wind to the east blew back her silvery blonde tresses and she stumbled to her knees, resting her back against a tree she took in a gentle breath, calming her racing heart. Unsteadily, she started to sing, trying to block out the screams that rung in her memory. She started to sing, that sweet gentle song, while her fingers danced along the harp.
“Past the shores…and to the sea m’love,
I must leave..to the new lands m’love
White gulls crying to the ea-ast
Yet stay you must, For naught done are you.
Fate…naught…done……”
Her sweet voice ended in a sorrowful mellow tone, as her beautiful voice rang with the sweetness in which her harp had played. Mind realing, she slipped off into a troubled sleep, ones with fire, and nightmares. With harp beside her, the roots started to move, and engulfed the poor girl’s harp. With one final twang, The instrument…Was gone.
A crystalline blue eye popped open and pain suddenly wracked her blood and body. She felt wet by the shoulder and looked down to see blood pooled beneath her , gingerly touching her neck, she cringed back at the two holes, tiny, yet so deadly, already spreading the virus through her blood. The vampire virus, One that would change her life forever. Yet, something strange, Different to say at the least. The sun was up, yet it did not burn her skin, nor did the cross that sat on collar bone. Perhaps different, was sometimes good.
{{She has the fangs, and the thirst, and can be killed by silver, yet the holy water, cross. THe light Kind of effects her. IT burns slightly when it hits her skin, so she is usually clothed heavily during the day. ONE other thing is…She ages slightly until she gets to a certain age, like…Kinda like an elf. So she ages until she is about 24, then she remains that age like a normal vamp..Yes, Tiuri is VERY different}}
((TIME WARP--= 5 years= total/current age—18))
Two guards pulled in a woman that seemed to be about 18. Silver blonde tresses shrouded her face in a curtain of shiney hair. They gripped her deathly pale skin as they hauled her frail delicate form along corridors, her frame limp as they pulled her down the cell doors. Her head lolled back slightly and two pearly fangs could be seen, yet were soon covored back up by her soft, luscious pink lips. A crystalline blue eye squinted slightly yet closed almost ammediatly as they hauled her through the corridors. “d**n girl, Theory’s bout we not bein’ the center of the universer..HA! The lass is crazy I tell you.” One guard started to the other. “Shame, she’s such a lovely lass” he said with a shake of his head.
Tiuri had changed much over the 5 years, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, yet found her self aging slightly slower then she did in her “normal” aging years. After that bite, everything had changed. Aging had remained the same, to her contentment, yet she supposed she would eventually stop aging in time. Hopefully. Silver-blonde hair still fell to about her waist, yet, two pale pink scars shimmered along her right jaw line, and another ran down her eye, the one that was cut those years ago…And that eye now, Was a pale, faint red, with a slight brown woven into it, The eye was slowly going blind, horribly blurry, yet she had gotten used to it. Canceling quite against, the pale, crystal blue eye of it’s former twin. Her frame was slender and just yet her skin might have been paler then her hair! Pearly teeth sat behind her luscious, full lips, with two sharp canines which would only be noticed if she pulled back her lips, and wanted them to be seen. She was beautiful, to say at the least. A feral beauty that hated her very being. The thirst that constantly over took her, the hating of what she was, what she had been turned into. So she tried to deny that horrible thirst, yet eventually, she had to prey. Tiuri wore gray pants, and a gray tunic, with black to the wrists and to almost the elbow. A white shortsleeved shirt was over this, then heald together with a black corest, which stitched up the front. A white cloth ran down the center of her legs, and black, knee high boots upon her feet. A thick, black cloak was heald onto her shoulders, while there were brown straps in which there used to be heald a long silver knife, and a few blades, in which now she was disarmed.
“Should we throw ‘er in with one of the boy's?" laughed a guard.
“Nah, Let’s save that bit for later…We’ll let out little “guest” get some sun tomorrow, she looks so pale” one laughed, caressing her cheek, in which she was too weak to fight back. Throwing her in a cell beside the lycans she fell with a small thump, silver turrets framing about her face as her eyes remained closed in a weakened sleep. A nightmarish sleep.
OOC| Sorry for the length, I shortened it up a little bit for ye….Also, She looks Like the first doll.
Yet her alfit looks like this dolls alfit.
OOC| I’m just curious, Do you think I should take the little part about the vampire out? I was really unsure about this little part? ep.
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Post by lonewarrior on Nov 5, 2006 19:02:52 GMT -5
Metios felt the poison in his body slowly evaporate. He also was regaining strength. He had just enough composure to crawl to the edge of the cell where the bars stood. He heard all of the commotion and wanted to check it out. He saw them bring in a female. When they left, he took a piece of broken up gravel, and threw it at her."Get up. Do not sleep, you will die if you sleep. Stay awake, if you want to survive, if you are as stupid as I think then you wouldn't see that it is snowing. Stupid human." Metios said. Then he heard noises come from the door. A guard came in, and said to Metios very snarkey, and giggling,"You. We have set up a 'special' transaction for you. We shall let the charges go if you just tell us what their plan, and their peace ideas." Metios scrunched up his face and made a confused face. He shook his head in confusion, and said obliviously." What?" The guard grabbed his neck through the bars,(since he was pressed up against the bars.) "You know damn well what. The plans to attack us, and to make peace with the other provinces." Metios said again," What?" The guard threw him down on the floor, and said," I don't have to take this they will be down." Then the guard walked back up the stairs. Metios shook his head back and forth, and sighed deeply. "Stupid people." Metios said in confusion. He crawled on his hands, and feet to the bars again, and just collapsed. on the bars. "No quilts or covers. Damn wish I never went to the flats." He said.
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Post by nostariel on Nov 5, 2006 20:55:15 GMT -5
Cold...It forever shrouded the blood of the immortals. Her fingers clenched the soil weakly as her mind tried to grasp to his words, yet everytime she tried, the gently slipped away into nothingness. Her throat contracted and she let out a slight gasp, fingers digging deep into the soil as the "thirst" gripped her...It subdued for a moment and she closed her brilliant blue yes, closely followed by it's pale red-brown twin.
"human..?" she managed to choke out slightly, she coughed slightly and slipped off as the dark curtain of unconciousness wrapped it self about her mind...No, Tiuri was no human. Not anymore.
ooc| Just to give him a bit to think about XD
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