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Post by Lothyna on Oct 16, 2010 18:15:16 GMT -5
Always on her Vladisyana always wears a sturdy, thick black belt stitched over with silver at her hips, holding several pouches and a loop for the rarely used but present leashes for her dogs. A pouch of treats hangs there too, as rewards for good work. An eating knife and a long dagger hang there, sturdy and unornamented, as are two knives in her boots. A necklace half in crystal which locks with Haverisen’s to form two twined dragons, a gold and bronze, hangs at her throat, the golden hers.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 16, 2010 18:14:42 GMT -5
Possessions ~2 dog puppies, one male one bitch ~A ‘half’ pendant that clasps with her bothers of worked gold plated metal, forming twined dragons when matched. ~A long dagger, plain but sturdy, with two matching boot knives and a matching eating knife. ~Several sashes of bright colors, and a scarf tying her hair back with long tails.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 16, 2010 18:14:24 GMT -5
Benden Hold Due to her station, Syana has a decently nice set of rooms at her home which she adores, when not being cooped up. 3 rooms are there for her to call her ‘own’, a bathing room, study area, and a bedchamber. The study and bedchamber are connected to each other, with the bathing room tucked behind that. Though her study and bedroom both have doors of their own, the bathing room only connects to her bedroom. This is mainly for her piece of mind, as Syana prefers to have some privacy, and enjoys long baths.
Many a peg are tucked into the wall, from which hang various scarves, bracelets, and necklaces, running at random heights. There are plenty which are too small to fit, from time as a child, but are kept out as reminders of them, and many which fit yet. Interspersed are pictures, some crude and others not, some bought, some gifted, some by her, that are tacked up, filling the space with clutter-but a clutter that somehow welcomes and warms, rather that repulses.
Thick linens cover the bed in dark blues, and several furs cover the stone floor for warmth, welcoming and inviting. A few lamps and glow baskets provide light, and a heavy shawl is thrown over the chair in the study to ward away chill. A large dog-bed lays in the study as well, with a few old chewing toys and rawhides, and leashes on a peg above it.
Candidate Barracks
Barracked with another girl, Syana has brought only one moderately large chest to the Weyr, knowing she can send for anything which she needs and does not have. Inside are a few trinkets, some folded pelts and clothing, sturdy leathers, and pieces which she uses for her dogs, including treats and the like for them. A series of bright scarves lay atop the chest, inside which is wrapped her money pouch when it’s not on her hip. A few small daggers are tucked away inside a false bottom, lest she ever find herself needing a weapon.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 15, 2010 20:44:04 GMT -5
Edit: I decided to pull her, in favor of someone else at a later date... >.> *Coughs*
Gold Candidate[/u] Character name: Vladisyana Character age: 18 Have you played Gold before? Never, actually. xD
Are you confident that you could meet the required deadlines for Flights, Clutchings, Touchings, and Hatchings? NINJA!. Seriously, though, yes. Despite having an intense class this term, writing is my sanity, and I enjoy it. I have a couple hours each day I’m on usually, even if it’s just lurking in chat, and I /love/ to write. I take duties, such as they may be, seriously, though it is a ‘game’.
Are you alright with the Admins having some part in assigning who receives what of your clutch, and designating how many eggs are laid? Totally. It not only makes my life easier, but they know what they want and need. Rather, you do. And I’m fine with that. I just enjoy writing them, and the potential for massacres fun.
Are you comfortable and ready to read all Candidate profiles to assure a good match? Certainly. I enjoy working with others and matching them, I’ve written clutches before and done such, and truly find it fun. I prefer to have advance warning before the flights about how many and what type of dragon, though, since I like to take my time writing the little darlings and working out a good complement for people as they RP.
What would having a Gold mean to your character, and why do they deserve it? Vladisyana would change, drastically, possibly, and be forced into a whole new world. I think it would be a great way to push her character, and it’s the only one I see as fitting her. Granted, she is a bit new to the site… >.> Hence my willingness to wait a clutch or two if need be. But a gold would be a vindication and a way of life, more so than for most, to someone who has always been a drifter.
How do you plan on making your character grow from Impression to a Gold? I think she’d start out in shock, tempered by whatever happened to her older brother, and awe, that such a creature could chose her to be it’s bonded partner for life. Such a responsibility would force her into unique situations, especially as she’s been avoiding being tied to one person through a marriage-and the bond if far more than that. It would mean making sacrifices and changes to her life that she hasn’t planned for, and opens up a lot of dynamic possibilities as such when her freedom-loving nature has to stand aside from the good of someone else in that manner, since before it was entirely abstract in her training to be a Lady Holder.
However, I think that even under the pressures put upon her, Syana would not change so much as adapt, and find ways to preserve herself without sacrificing that which made her who she was, and makes her into who she is. She’ll have to grow some, yet learn the patience and tolerance she lacks to thrive-and I see her as strong willed enough to do so.
By the first flight, I feel she would have found that balance, and a place in her heart that is just hers and her dragons from which she draws the strength to face the trials that are brought on because of who and what she has become. This will be important, too, since so much rides on the flights-and they are so encompassing as to be an entirely new challenge for her to face.
Why do you want Gold above the other colors? There are several reasons for this, though mainly, I admit, is that Vladisyana is the type of character I can’t see riding a blue or green, to be honest. However, as a player, I’d like a Gold because of the dynamics within the Weyr that are options for a Jr as well as Sr Weyrwoman, as well as the fact that I love being involved with clutches, from flight to hatching. I absolutely adore all the work that goes into them, and enjoy writing such. If greens could clutch, I’d never ask for a gold. >.> Oh well. To be honest, I’m still unsure about playing one because of their personalities at times. However, I think it would be an interesting and fun challenge.
Give an example of an egg you've created. o.O shards. I have to pick one? I suppose I can.
Misdirection Egg
Description: Despite being of an unassuming size compared to the rest, this egg definitely stands out the most, against the rest of the darker, vibrant eggs. A pale, soft pastel/mint green has wrapped this egg in smooth folds as a base. Deep, bright blue races over it from a solid point at the bottom as it climbs like flames in a counter-clockwise pattern to the crest of the egg, where a bright, vivid orange spills in thick rivulets down the egg on one side alone, as if someone poured paint there. The orange spill almost looks like a gold diving to protect her clutch against the blue flames, drawing many a curious remark.
Feel: Easily the oddest egg on the sands, this gem emits a confusing wave of emotions, often in juxtaposition to each other, or emits them so faintly that you have to concentrate rather hard to feel anything at all. Rather dualistic in nature, it seems to war with itself at times, and rocks unsteadily if too near another egg.
Give an example of a dragon you've created. Same as above. T.T You guys have seen them, and they haven’t been hatched yet, so may I pm them to you instead? Or do I need to post one here?
Note from Lothy, please read: As joking and serious as I am about this, I am fine with her NOT getting a gold this clutch, if there will be another chance, and not in general if that is what you decide. Yes, it would be kinda sad, but I’m not going to pitch a fit at all. ^_^ I don't see a point to doing so, and I’m fine with keeping her a candidate for longer, or whatever happens-I just cant see her on another color. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 15, 2010 20:16:58 GMT -5
Darting into the crèche, Selene was brought up short by the site in front of her. Apparently, they were having the candidates baby-sit for their chores, again. She recognized a couple by face, but not name, and was curious as to what was going on. Skipping over lightly, the blond girl spared a glance to the circle of her ‘friends’ on the floor-whom she spent little time with to being with, and less now that she had her daddy to visit, and then back to the others. The semi-tension between Elric and F’ren was not lost on her, and a mischievous side came out slightly, though the only sign was a bright sparkle in brown eyes.
An innocent voice passed her lips lightly-her daddy was a Harper after all, even as Selene flounced over and made to tumble into a spot against Elric, lips quirked and bright as her eyes at the fun to be had. “Is it story time or song time?” came the seemingly innocent question, even as she studied the two males and the girl who were assigned. Obviously, the others had chased the poor drudge who’d been present this morning away, and she could see signs of recent bawling on most of them. She sighed, internally, and mentally rolled her eyes.
At nine years old, almost ten, she considered herself too big to really stay in the crèche any more, and was both exasperated and amused by the younger children-on most days. But who had made them cry, and why? Prob’ly one of the two guys… And prob’ly by trying to get them quiet. She decided, recognizing Wherling knots on the girl, Weyrling on the one who felt cocky, and Candidate from the one she’d dropped by and somewhat on, who felt oder to her than the other two, certainly.
Why was he so.. A glance at his face supplied the word, Emotionless? Frowning slightly, she turned back to Mira. “You know, playing along is just as fun.” She offered innocently, knowing that several rattles, toy drums and a pipe were somewhere in here, usually causing unholy noise when not locked away. Of course, she could have meant playing along as in acting out… Which she thought would be rather hilarious to see. Besides, if she could get aid them in tiring out her living companions, she’d have an easier night later to study a book she’d found.
Or if she could get them to go outside. Somehow. That would be even more fun! And usually didn’t happen.. She tucked that thought aside to turn over in her mind, brown eyes bright. Candidates and Wher/Weyrlings were gullible enough sometimes… Question was, how to go about it?
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 15, 2010 19:33:48 GMT -5
Waiting for a response was one of the most painful moments of her life so far, even comparable to being at Silver Cove, depending on the time. Her misery, though, at least seemed to not have to be prolonged, this time, though she could not hear Veneth speaking, she saw the wing start to move even as she found herself carefully pulled away from the brown. At first, she feared she was in trouble, seeing Veneth’s narrowed eyes, before she heard him trying to shush her. A brief memory tickled into her brain from before, times when she’d seen him almost panic over a child who was upset-though she never had before had cause to be around him, and a brief sniffle got her under control.
Then, though, Selene found her world shifting, bringing something new into focus, and it took her a few good moments to understand the words from his lips. Taking the opportunity, though, since she never passed up a chance to cuddle, the little nymph snuggled her way further into his arms, peering with one brown eye from behind her hair at him, briefly. Tucking her face back into his chest as she felt him thinking, Selene let the scent wash over her, and bring up memories again from before her moves, feeling some tension ease. Even if he said no, or left, she could remember right now.
As V’taph looked at her, though, Selene stared back, hope dawning in those warm, brown eyes, even as a tiny smile lit her face at his words. He remembered her! That was something, something to hold tight to her chest. Very few did in that manner, and she couldn’t help a small giggle, as he tapped her nose lightly. Happy turns at the corners of her mouth paused, though, when his grip tightened. “V’taph... what’s wrong…?” she whispered, afraid to break his concentration, or not gain an answer to her earlier statement. Why would he react so to seeing her?
Feeling the brush of his lips, though, Selene knew, instantly, that things would be ok, somehow, and melted happily from her tense stance to a loose, light hold on the brown-riders sleeve as she snuggled against him. He hadn’t understood? A tiny frown crinkled her forehead as she tried to work out what wasn’t to understand, though at his apology she gave it up, deciding it wasn’t important, since he seemed to regret scaring her so, though she still didn’t understand all his motives. That, though, was nothing compared to the brilliant glow a few seconds later as she threw her arms about V’taphs neck in a tight hug, eyes glowing happily at his admissions. She had a father! And his brown! And.. oh wait.
Blinking, Selene quickly loosened her grip to peer up at Veneth, eyes hopeful now, and tears dry. “Veneth…?” She asked, softly, one foot scuffing the earth in her simple brown boots, “Can he be my daddy?” She knew it meant the dragon would have to share, and she knew how close dragon and rider were. But that meant she had to know if the brown wanted her too, or at least was ok with her being around so often. Hands behind her back, she stared up at him, chewing on her lower lip as she waited.
Fortunately, with her mercurial mood change now that a dream, a wish, had been granted, Selene was once more tear-free, at least.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 15, 2010 18:38:07 GMT -5
Player name: Lothy Character name:Mikovren Are you alright with being left standing? He’d hate it, but I’d laugh. Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 3 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? laughs maniacally
Character name:Savareniel Are you alright with being left standing? Nuuu. Not him. Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 3 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Um, he’s already scarred enough emotionally… run it by me, but prob ok.
Character name:Vladisyana Are you alright with being left standing? Sure thing. Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 2 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? mild perhaps, nothing like uber fear omg gonna die of something.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 15, 2010 18:30:53 GMT -5
I know! And i'd rather her wait than impress another color, honestly, if there is a chance for another gold before she'd age out. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 13, 2010 22:10:51 GMT -5
Hey! You said you would! xD I say wait to do candy thing, cause if we tell why, it might influence clutch guesses...>.>'
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 12, 2010 22:12:25 GMT -5
Legend of Zelda Link-brown or bronze depending on game Zelda-gold
Final Fantasy 7 Cloud-bronze Tifa-green Aerith-blue
Final Fantasy 10 Titus-bronze Yuna-gold
Kingdom Hearts Sora-bronze Riku-brown Kairi-gold King Mickey-brown
Narnia Peter Pevensie-bronze Edmund Pevensie-blue
Star Trek James T. Kirk (Original, played by Shatner)-brown James T. Kirk (New, from the 2009 movie)-bronze Spock-blue McCoy-brown Scotty-blue Uhura-gold
Star Wars Luke Skywalker-brown Han Solo-bronze Obi-Wan-blue
Batman Bruce Wayne-bronze
Gundam Wing Ima get you for this. xD Heero-brown Duo-green Trowa-brown Quatre-Blue Wufei-Bronze
Inuyasha Inuyasha-Brown. Kagome-Gold Miroku-Blue Sango-Green
Naruto Naruto-He's so shards chaotic, but.. I'd say a brown. Sakura-Green. Period.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 11, 2010 20:54:10 GMT -5
Player: Name: Lothyna Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: AIM:nekonokuroyami Email:Lothyna@gmail.com Past RP Experience:Not again!
Character: Name: Vladisyana Age:18 Gender:Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Lady Holder in Training, Trader Craft
Description: Fire and ice made whole, Vladisyana shows that she is both the daughter of an esteemed Lord Holder and a free-spirited Trader with ease. An intelligent and measuring gaze is the first warning anyone is given, for her fire sparks there overtly, leaving her excitement and love of the world plain to all who see her. Deep and bright blue eyes dance beneath thick black brows, tilted slightly and with tiny laugh-crinkles at the corners hinting at an unflagging spirit.
A pert, strong nose with a definite arch lays beneath the ever-challenging gaze, leading down to heavy, full lips that are often quirked at one-side in a half smile which is easily teased to a full one or a laugh, which are softly red more than pink, often drawing the gazes of young men.
Slim, somewhat oblong rather than rounded ears are often half hidden behind a thick mess of jet-black, curled hair that falls in a heavy wave down to the mid back of this 5 foot, 9 inches tall young woman, often pinned with a silver-and-bead butterfly to keep it out of her face. What was pale skin naturally has been tanned lightly to a soft golden brown by the sun, and her clothing choices often accent what is quite a neat frame.
Dancing and running, riding and fencing, have given Syana a lithe body, showing muscle less than using it, and her trim form is a bit of pride, though she is not one to worry over beauty. A few scars show over her hands and arms when not covered from the fencing classes and scrambling over the hills with her Trader kin, as does one along her shoulder from a tumble out of a cart.
Personality: Strong willed, stubborn, and determined are some of the kinder phrases most often used in connotation with Syana. Other would call her pig headed, unbending, and the like. Still, all are correct, since Syana has always been one to know both what she wants, and how to get it, or how to avoid what she is against. That force of personality makes her a shrewd bargainer and trader, and has helped her keep her freedom despite Lords wanting her hand in marriage for themselves or their sons.
Though not cruel, Syana can be somewhat manipulative, as she must think quickly and know how others do so to bargain effectively. However, she never uses that to harm others, though she does love to win a debate. That force of mind also aids her in training her beloved dogs, and choosing her own path in life.
Not one who is overly patient, Syana cannot stand to be trapped inside for long, nor to work at womanly arts either, and her quick temper has gotten her into trouble more than once with others. She has little patience for fools, and has more than made that clear in the past, though children are loved as are animals.
However, Syana does care, if people both to put up with her prickly exterior, and can be quite fun loving. She adores a good joke, and loves to dance and ride, seeking people who can keep up with her. Her joy at life and gaiety are a blessing, though they also allow her to flirt without commitment, and keep people at arms length as needed.
The only people dear to her heart are her family, and Haverisen is the closest of all. Some say they should have been twins with their similar tastes and loves, and he is the first she turns to in problems, and the person she loves most in this world. While she has room in her heart for others, she also has yet to find someone she considers worthy of letting in that far.
History:
Born the third child of Benden’s Lord Holder, Vladisyana often seemed to be a twin to her elder brother. A sprightly child who entered the world at Summer’s End, Syana was from birth rather personable, and held both her father and two elder brothers in thrall. While her mother was a Trader, who had caught her father’s eye before ascension to Lord, she was quite well versed in the duties of a Lady Holder, and reared her daughter in both worlds with the Lord’s blessings.
At her mother’s knee, Syana grew up learning everything both as a lady in training, and as a Trader that she would need, with tutors for classes instead of attending a Hall. Her favorite times were learning how to barter and manage goods with her Trader cousins, where she earned sweets or new cloth as rewards for doing well, and the physical activities tutors she had begged, bullied, and bargained her way into at 8 years old. (With a father wrapped around her little fingers, though, it wasn’t too hard. )
Those lessons were ones taken with the younger of her older brothers, Haverisen, and included riding, the arts of dancing and fencing (more of the former and less of the latter per her choice) and the training of their hunting dogs. Syana grew to love dancing, and soon added time with the Runner Crafts who visited to stretch her legs, finding a love in pure physical activity that evaded her when tasked with the more ‘womanly’ arts.
By the time she was twelve, Vladisyana had several more younger sisters, and one younger brother on whom she doted, and had been given approval to spend her thirteenth and fourteenth years traveling with the Traders she called kin, and her brother. Since both were younger, and had trained well, their parents bid them farewell for that time, as long as they kept up their studies in Hold management as needed.
Those two years brought a further passion of exploration to the young siblings, and Vladisyana picked up a ‘mix’ litter of a newer breed of canine near the end to return to Benden Hold with, including several males and females to further the breed. She had spent her time well, and at the start, had set out with several marks and a few of her arts to sell (few due to her distaste of sitting still long), and had returned several marks richer, and with increased skills in barter. Most of that richness was spent on the bright, fancifully colored and designed garb she preferred to wear when not in the kennels or outside, to the laughing despair of her family at the Hold.
While with her Trader kin, Syana had taken to wearing headscarves of brightly woven fabrics, and sashes much the same, both for the usefulness and the ‘flashy’-ness, which she was able to successfully bargain was a fine thing in bargaining itself, as it distracted and allowed for false assumptions. The dogs she found were a sticking point in that, with their high shoulders, deep chests, short, tough fur, and heavy heads. She’d successfully bargained puppies from several litters into one, and it may have cost her most her earnings, but it was still far less than the person had wanted to pay!
Returned from her trip, Syana was once again drawn into the practical aspects of being a Lady Holder at some future point, and found her hours split between working the dogs she had returned, whom she adored, and had proven quite useful in hunts, and the studies to be a well-respected woman in their society. Still, Syana despaired of being tied to a Lord whom she couldn’t stand, and even after four years, had yet to agree with her parents on a marriage.
Fortunately, her brothers backed her choices, pointing out that caging her would be to break her spirit, inherited from her family. Agreeable to other options, the family has recently been trying to decide if she should be apprenticed, even late, to a Hall, or let to roam with her much loved trader kindred. Aware of the spirit herself, her mother is the least concerned, knowing that as she herself did, her children will likely forge their own ways in the world.
In the past months since Turn’s End, one of Syana’s bitches gave birth to a new litter, and she has picked out one to raise and keep as entirely hers of that, as well as a male from a separate whelping. Both pups are sturdy and well formed, and highly personable as she’s training them, a dark wheat-red tone with black points. They are her current project and love.
Fun Facts: ~Loves her trader kin, and has learned many of their skills to the point of being considered one of them at a Journeyman level. ~Owns two of her special breed of dogs that were designed for hunting felines and guarding their families, and trains them herself. ~Is extremely close to her brother Haverisen. ~Too wild to marry a ‘proper’ lord and settle down. ~Does some needle-craft, but can’t sit still long enough most times. ~Loves to ride and to run, and adores dancing like nothing else.
Vladisyana’s Dogs:
Bitch: Nuera Nuera is about half a year old, as large and sturdy as Noctis, though a bit longer than him, and has no white to mar her slightly lighter wheat-red coat. She bears the same black points as he though, and both pups have the trademark curling whorls of fur from their breed, along with the backwards ridge of fur along their spines.
Male: Noctis The same age as Nuera, he is from an entirely different line, picked so as to allow for future breedings. The largest of his little, Noctis has thick, sturdy legs and a long tail, with a deep coat of burnished coppery red. Black denotes his ears, muzzle, and paws, just as Nuera, though he bears a hint of white on the back of one leg.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Name: Color: Age: Description: Personality: Fun Facts:
Candidates: Dragon, Wher, or both: Both Color Preference: Any Rider's Shortened Name:N/a General Info: Slight injuries and drama at a hatching are fine with me. If she doesn’t impress this time, I’m content for her to wait! RP Search: Please?
Craftskills: Craft:Trader Level of Proficiency: Journeyman Specialty: Bargaining, Managment Weakness: Patience-her temper can get in the way of things.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 11, 2010 15:02:59 GMT -5
Chasing the bronze-and admiring even as they hated his trength for prolonging the clutch, V’ton/Dysiiliouth hissed together as they saw the lowering elevations, suspected the plan. The bronze pushed himself harder, trying to get underneath the golden beauty again, but was tired from the long flight, and was barely able to keep the tail-wind of the two’s passing, using that to ease his strain. He, they, knew it was almost over, eyes fixed on the injured form of their Trith, anger still tinting their eyes.
V’ton fell to try and catch Samhara herself, arms open, at the same time, leaving it an option for the proud woman if she chose. He was trembling, still deep with his bronze, shaking in rage at the injustice, the horror afflicted on their Weyr, so close to what happened with Silver Cove, and with unslaked desire, though that must wait, he knew, for a later time. Right now, his concern was Trith, and Samhara, and their injured bronzes and browns-out of commission for Thread Fall now too, which was a darker worry in his shared thoughts with Dysiiliouth.
Watching the bronze disengage and vanish, even as he roared, voice full of anger and worry, Dysiiliouth forced his aching wings into a tight dive, arrowing down after the golden form crashing through the jungle below. He could spare no thought for the vanishing cause, knowing that this was more important, and in a move that cost, and would cost in days to come, snapped the bronze wings open into a fan, abruptly dropping in speed and height to land, skidding, beside the downed from of Trith, eyes whirling rapidly yellow-orange now, still tinted red.
Trith! Trith, answer us! Please! We need to get you back to the Weyr-[/i] Dysiiliouth broke of his worried and hopeful thoughts at his queen, head snapping up to the sky at the others. Get down here![/i] The roar in his mind voice to them was born in fear for the golden one, knowing she had to have been hurt worse, and the site of her hide covered in ichor and missing patches, let alone the prior damage, was enraging.
Feeling the anger starting to overwhelm, V’ton carefully tugged at his mind with Dysiiliouth, sharing images and knowledge with the bronze once more, who still stood mantled over the fallen queen lest the bronze return. ~Dys, You need another. She can’t fly like that. We have the healers waiting. You and the others have to lift her and go Between low to the ground-I know the risks, but we can’t drop her. Bring her directly to the bowl.~
Disengaging aside from a small connection, V’ton carefully reached a hand towards the stunned Weyrwoman, thoughts tumbling over themselves. Who was Weyrleader, now? What could they do? What of the clutch? And more, how was she handling this? “Sam… Samhara, please. Help us. We need Trith’s- your- cooperation to get her back here to the healers. Please…” He begged, green eyes dark and bright with fear for both, unable to imagine what they had been through, how it must have felt.
Rumbling, the bronze warily lowered his wings and head, still mantled half-way, pinions protesting further movement. Trith… We can take you. Mine has healers waiting. Please. Let another help support you-he and I can take you home to them. I will grab your shoulders-I promise to be careful of your injuries!- and we will control the move Between and lower you safely to the ground. Please, let us… The shame in the bronzes voice was subtle, hidden beneath the concern and anger that lingered yet, for failing to protect their Queen. Hide dark, Dysiiliouth lowered his nose, wishing to nuzzle the injured golden beauty-who yes, to him was gloriously so even now, but concerned at how she would react to him, a bronze, at this time-though the longing was plain. A soft croon trembled from his throat as he glanced back up with one eye at the other dragons.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:11:16 GMT -5
About this: Normally I'd not say aught, but this was actually a step, an introduction, into a final term paper I wrote on what Love is, and what society considers such, etc, and what it is to have faith in it. It is, however, very much in the style I write when I do so for and wholly of myself.
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His eyes, boring into your soul; the colors of earth, life’s home, staring through the grime-coated glass, past the cracks. It’s as if he can see your innermost secrets, bring your demons to life along with your angels. That soft brown that draws you in further than you’d ever meant to go. It was a joke, a game. How did it get here, his smirking lips belying the need shadowed in those orbs of life? When did it become something so driving in your life?
Looking back into the mirror, and through it, a further mirror in his eyes, his face, you can’t help but wonder- do you care anymore? The impurities, the sins, the lust and love, hate and bittersweet memories, the trust and underlying desire; they’ve always been there. They always will be. It’s all you have sometimes, lying alone at night thinking of him. He’s staring back, a query of thought flickering in those brown depths before he turns.
Wordlessly, you shake your head. These moments, the time stolen alone; they’re far too precious to waste with words. You never needed them before, why should you now? And he knows, the simple smile turning those swollen, love-bruised lips of his up as he leans back, a love deeper than any you’ve seen in his eyes. And it’s for you, it’s all for you. He’s always given you that look. As a child, when he ran to you instead of his mother, cried himself to sleep in your arms from the nightmares. As a teenager, looking at the cheap cigarette and candy-flavored bubble-gum romances, wanting something purer.
Now, as himself, still loving just as much as those years ago when you first kissed him, his first, your only meaningful one. The taste of him in your mouth has lingered to this day, a haunting, scintillating tease, a ghosting, wondrous dream. Without his touch and scent, you asphyxiate on the cardboard smoke and gunpowder, the carcinogen screams of the masses.
But not with him. With him you find freedom from the crushing pressure, a reprieve from life and everyone’s demands. With him, you don’t have to be the prettiest, bravest, and strongest. He’d think you were no matter what. He’s always understood, behind the joking, insufferable idiot he acts with everyone else.
He’s watching you, smiling as if he can see every thought in your head. And he can, you know he can, because he thinks the same. The perfect trail of his lips over yours is a fleeting brush of heaven-sent purity. Love should not be condemned, it –is-. Yet you both hide this, just a little longer.
He’s reaching for you, a smoother hand than yours, without the calluses from years of your life, pulling your body back against his, lean plane upon lean plane, clothed figure seeking the heat you offer. You seek that heat too, never mind the others so close, yet so far away. In this moment, the reality that you hold in your hands is sweeter than any chocolate, save the tones in his eyes as he smiles, softer than down.
That’s the smile you cherish, the one that you’ve only seen directed at you. Holding him close, it’s easy to let the world melt away. Outisde of this moment, this warm, loving <strike>being</strike> angel in your arms, hands sliding up your back gently, nothing exists. In this one moment, as your lips brush his, swollen with love equally, shared with eachother equally, you find perfection. This is what it should be.
This is how you want to live your life. He’s in your arms, eyes closed as he melts into you, warming your heart. This is where you belong, holding him close as if he’s made of glass even when you know, you’ve seen, he can take anything and get up. Anything but you being hurt.
The need for air, the kind of air that is one thing he can’t give you, though with him it tastes like sunshine and dew, draws you to part finally, leaving him panting, eyes glazed, staring at you. Under the lust that sends shivers down your spine lies that endless love. As you fight to think, he smirks slowly, that little spreading smile that says, “I know what you want, and I just might give you it.”
A soft whimper almost, almost passes your lips before he steals it with another kiss, then pulls back, tucking his head under your chin. It’s his favorite place, being curled onto your chest. And even when you know that your stay in heaven is finite, he’ll always bring you back with him. You don’t even have to ask.
Looking down, you can’t help the smile that traces your lips so rarely as he nuzzles your chest, hearts beating in time, soft as petals blown free of their rose. A moment more, and with that sad, bittersweet smile, he kisses you one last time before pulling you back out into the cruel winter lights of reality. Just before he opens the door, he turns back to you.
“I love you...” And he’s gone, once more acting the dork of a friend that you pretend irritates you beyond belief. But you’ll always have that piece of heaven, carried in your mouth from his kiss, your heart from his love, and his eyes.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:09:25 GMT -5
Speak unto me of dreary tales, and truth within the lies. Sing unto me of days long past, of the silenced, copper skies.
Here lay within the bower fresh, the tale Death spins anew, Moons blood unto the babes sweet breath, Time wrought anew with you.
Darken the hurts of those who love, the distant souls so lost; The flame once kindled dies broken, as ashes weep so soft.
Hearken unto the calls within, silent cacophony; Repress the tears that lie unshed, in distant harmony.
Lovers embrace to the sweet sound, of tears falling as rain; As demons dance unhinged around, there’s nothing left to gain.
Dance unto, Dance with us, within the rancid call of love, Why listen to the sorrowed beat, with fettered wings of dove?
The past lies lost within your fate, a twisted, burning love; Yet here you learn to hear anew, audacious, rise above.
As silence reigns within these walls, chorus unto the soul; I lie here bare beneath the sky, my death(s) sweet wish, so full.
So cry not now for what was lost, le amour sings so sweet. Yet within my e'er darkening tomb, there is no greater feat.
As once above in joyous light, the youthful so entranced; Will one day fall unto this place, Where happiness once glanced.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:08:52 GMT -5
I kissed the stars as they slipped through my hands, their molten faces the ashes of a world reborn. Loosing the spirits of children to the cold, I glanced to my eternal lover; a whispering darkness holding me close. Within the boughs of a forgotten willow, sprites sang a final melody, as flippant, glimmering hopes caressed the air, before falling to shreds on the barren ground.
Walking amid the dying screams of chaos, oceans swelled at my feet, washing bare the pains of time, and laying smooth the path I'd tread thus far. Spinning into the maelstrom surrounding my soul, I let windfall lash my skin, red welts dripping into the aeons of race.
Eternal roses sprang from the breast of a child lost, while the fey bowed low, and thunder crashed helplessly. As the winds surcease lowered me down, I felt the eyes flutter against skin, losing myself in the warmth. Earth roiled within the gaze, gold flecks of a world like mine, and unlike any other, with it's own stars dancing and dying.
As the welts closed under a gentle grasp, I let the earth slide from my feet, the ocean fall away. Opening my own eyes, I watched the stars of another, and lay dying.
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