Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:07:33 GMT -5
Walking through the dark storms, you glimpsed the heavens falling. There was a tier of pain and lies crumbling, the further into dissembling I fell. Dust flowed through effervescent hearts, as echoes skittered through a cavernous land. Illusionary dreams clouded the minds of children, as I searched alone.
Lightning filtered through hatred, as birds fell unto stars. Decay played rampant through fields of hope, as chargers turned on their riders, and the screams formed an unholy chorus. I walked blindly amid the dying, grace laughing on my lips. Halting by you, I took your hand, pro-offered.
Spinning in the vortex of failing sunrise, false dawn was painted by the blood. Darkness receded in honor of pain, while gales swore the holy from their nest. We laughed and wondered, a glaring countenance to the hail of swollen throats. Discordant we stood, as encroaching light fled.
Summer stagnates in a wintery blaze, as Fall smirks, rejoicing in its’ time, as the season of propagation hides, forlorn.
Dancing freely as the iris folded under, we clung together. Stepping apart, we searched anew, as Winter courted the new King.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:06:59 GMT -5
The Worlds’ exquisite decay caves the boundaries, as flawless souls lead paths astray. It is through this waking dream that I wander, my heart torn and bleeding onto flawless stains. These hollow streets lead into darkness, as embryonic ghosts are born in stars.
Autumn clings to the frame of time; a turntable playing a pure, high note of anguish as it’s children wander the streets. The paralysis of winter uncoils in a wave, as summer breaths its’ last.
We wandered though the twisted reality, dreams darkening our eyes as fall children flanked our steps. I held you tighter at the oceans’ swelling breast; but you slipped through my fingers like sand.
With tears of earth racing through my veins, I graced the smiles of dryads, our longings laid bare by dropping hopes.
In Springs’ loving brace I found you; the child of seasons, whereas I was of but one. The sapience of torrential creatures haunted my dreams, and the amelioration of truth was a despairing factor.
Unloved, I lay within an existential womb of molten tears, and danced within the sun.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:06:04 GMT -5
There is no cure for a broken heart, on a night where the stars weep silent. Embryonic in their purity, the tears of ghosts fall quiet. Myriad dreams of the angels' brethren call unto their kin, but nothing ever seems to calm the darkness bared within.
In the guise of all humanity the darkest monsters lie, theirs tears of silent bloodshed are dripping from our sky. We tuck our heads to pillows to hide away in dreams. It appears that on this planet, things are becoming what they seem.
The darkest dream of all is the one that lies in the waking; the deepest fear of all, the one that brings us quaking. Wide awake through lucid dreams, amid them I fear I pass; their haunted souls from sleeping dreams-like children through broken glass.
Our sacred home we left behind, toils of love and loss, and now we wander here again: to weep on bloody moss. The demons dance unleashed, to the red staccato of our blood; as the silent tears fall swiftly, ashes turning into mud.
On weeping beds the children sleep, as dark wings throughout do grow. The dying star sings silently as fades it's last pure glow. Within these walls the heralds kept, the seasons pass them by, but out inside the glittering field, mourning stars light the sky.
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 9, 2010 1:05:02 GMT -5
And no one is posting, Im posting up some older prose to see what people think. Cause I can. And I told Kira I would. xD
Ascendance Through the Ages
“Read and be forever trapped” My lives’ fortune elapsed. Alone through shadowed souls ascend. Wicked, twisting, burning ends. Ghosts arise from blazing grass, As death descends en masse.
Timeless faces lead me here, Unto the darkest well. Yet silver hope is standing near, Above my deepest Hell. Fires burn within the soul, Arising pure and clean. Tainted at the surface, Things are never what they seem.
Follow me and listen well The Death Bell tolls on yonder knell, Walk away with pain untold, Return again to your fold. Lamb of God, wander near, No need to worry, have no fear.
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 22:54:28 GMT -5
*Snickers* yes, but Im just happy their pages are up. Cause i wanted to be able to give selene some marks via post count goal thing, so i could let her buy herself a tummyache on berry pies at the next gather... >.> *yes, she actually did plot that*
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Lothyna
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Selene
Oct 8, 2010 20:48:15 GMT -5
Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:48:15 GMT -5
+ 1 1/2 marks (50 posts goal)
total: 2 1/2 marks
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:47:33 GMT -5
+ 1/2 mark (50 posts goal)
total: 2 1/2 marks
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:42:43 GMT -5
Always on Her A tiny belt with a pouch for holding various shiny things found throughout the day, or 1/32nd mark pieces if she runs an errand for someone.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:42:02 GMT -5
Possessions: -A much loved, stuffed brown dragon plush made for her at Benden that she calls Veneth. It is the size of a fire lizard, and is usually carried with her everywhere or locked inside her small trunk. -A stout, carved wooden keepsake trunk that holds a few childish treasures of bright shells and rocks, a scrap of hide with a poem written on it for her by a Harper, and her toy dragon. A few of her marks are stuffed in a pouch in the bottom, hidden beneath a false-bottom for the trunk that her crèche nanny had made for her.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:41:32 GMT -5
The Creche: Selene shares a room with 3 other girls at the crèche, watched out for by her nanny. A small bunk bed is shared, and she has claimed the top, which has two shelves, one which forms a ledge, and the other above it. Her chest sits on the ledge, and her brown dragon plush usually lays along the top to “sun”. Simple linens cover her bed, and there are a few stick-figures (literal sticks) that she’s made alongside a tiny clay ‘dragon’ which is a bit lumpy. Her prized picture of a fair of fire lizards in flight, sketched by a Painter apprentice for a carefully saved mark, is tacked onto the ceiling over her head to soothe her to sleep.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:38:36 GMT -5
Always On Him: V’ton always carries several small knives secreted in hidden sheaths about his person as a remnant from his training and spy days, along with the choker made of Nayara’s necklace.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:38:16 GMT -5
Possessions: -Dysiiliouth’s harnesses: one for flight, one for carrying passengers specifically. -4 sets of sturdy leather outfits for Thread Fall, training games, and general flight or exploration. -3 nice sets of clothing for formal evens and gathers, one in sea blue, one in green, and one in black. -Various knives and two swords. -A gittern he rarely takes out. -A necklace which belonged to his dead twin -2 drawings of Dys as a hatchling -a painting of Dys as a Weyrling -Several furs and pelts and blankets
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:37:50 GMT -5
Wing Leader’s Weyr
Carved into the cliff, V’ton has a nicely spacious weyr for himself and his beloved bronze, consisting of three rooms and the large, well-lit ledge out front. The ledge is where Dysiiliouth prefers to be, often seen lounging, wings draped down and actually hanging over the sides like some giant bronzed clothe. The ledge is large enough for him and a brown to lounge side by side if he’s not sprawled like some large rug over the dense stone of his perch, and leads back into the rest of the Weyr that he and V’ton call home now at Cerulean. A small overhang that requires the bronze not keep his head straight up, but he can fit comfortably under regardless, helps keep some of the rain out, as does a tiny lip, barely a foot tall, that blocks water seeping down from the ledge into the weyr-the ledge itself is at a lower level that the weyr itself.
The main room, the first in a series interconnected, houses a couple simple pictures on the wall, oath of Dysiiliouth as a hatchling, and one painting of him as a Weyrling. V’ton keeps meaning to get one of him now, but has yet to actually commission it. A few furs line a stone bench carved from the wall, done so for purpose not artistry, near the low sleeping couch wallowed to the shape of Dysiiliouth. A table sits along the wall near and entry from the stairs, built sturdy and smooth, which seats up to 8, but only 6 comfortable. It is usually piled with papers, and hides, pertaining to V’tons’ work as Wing Leader and his wing riders and their dragons. A small pile of heavy duty reed stuffed balls lay along the ground, fun ‘training’ toys used by V’ton with his dragon to improve their dexterity and response time, next to racks where V’ton’s flight gear hangs beside the two harnesses he keeps for his dragon. A couple of packs and belts are there are well, used when he explores on the ground or goes to market, and his boots, several worn out pairs and a couple newer ones, are there as well.
The room behind that is V’tons bedchamber, and is perhaps half the size the main room, mostly taken up with a pieced wooden bed frame. The bed is filled with a heavy mattress that is covered in soft pieces together blankets and several warm furs for colder nights, and takes up about 1/5th of the space available. To the side of it is a large chest and clothespress. Both are filled, though all of the clothes save for three nice sets are sturdy leathers for exploring and riding in Thread Fall, or training games with the wing. The chest holds V’ton’s past, bits and pieces of collected items, and his weapons, along with his money and trinkets from friends and lovers over the years. Shelves line the walls and display various tokens and hold some of the reference records and books he uses in his work.
The final room lies off the fourth wall of the bedroom, and is a large bathing chamber with a pool of clean, cycled water from a rain cistern. Several jars are filled with soaps, unguents, and healing melds, along with fresh waters and shampoos. A few towels are stacked on another shelf, and there is a hamper by the door for dirty clothes. Washrags hang on carved wooden hooks set into the wall, and are the only bit of color in the room.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:33:24 GMT -5
Covertly watching Dastan as he worked, Savareniel could privately admit that he was fairly handsome and attractive, in a general, looking not thinking sort of way-something he’d cultivated since Shen started to rise every 3 months or so. Having a green fire lizard made life interesting, certainly. Still, Savareniel wasn’t too sure why Dastan was making such an effort-and wondered if perhaps, indeed, he’d been alone too long. Shen cheeped on his shoulder at that, and he felt her rub against his ear, before he blinked, and then let a small grin flit over his lips at the inquiries-or should he say, interrogation?
As Shen preened under the attention, even just a wave, flirty thing that she was, Savareniel finally answered, keeping his voice low and calm. “Dastan, then,” with a smile, “And no, I’m not, really. I was born to Fort Weyr, and through various events-a longer tale than I’m sure you want, ended up in the jungles down here with Shen and Paxars, my stallion.” A faint smile ghosted over Sav’s lips, even though there was a flash of something akin to grief at mentioning Fort. Catching the gaze, Sav glanced down as he finished with the redwort, taking far more time and care to sort needlethorn into various lengths and the appropriate containers, discarding the soft, damaged, or just off ones. He’d hate to stab himself with them needlessly, after all.
“What about you? And how old is Aeris? Shen slept like that for the first 6 months or so, before she decided that she’d slept quite enough, thank you, and made my life rather interesting thus.” He admitted, wondering idly about trying to make friends, despite being kidnapped by the one he did have-something he still wasn’t too sure about. Then again… This really wasn’t so bad so far. And if he failed to Impress yet again… he’d just know he was right, Fort was wrong after all, and S’ren and Freynth would have to deal.
Well, he supposed he’d just have to see how it went.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:31:11 GMT -5
Seeing the younger girl grin like tha, V’ton knew he’d been caught out, and gave it up as a lost cause, allowing a satisfied smile at the food to stay on his lips, even as he chewed another bite while listening. A glint of teasing lingered in the suddenly bright green eyes, even as V’ton laughed mentally at her bright, happy flirting. Such a welcome change from some of the more shy and retiring girls here! “Well, I’m glad to be so welcome a change for you, M’lady Keiko.” The slurred grin emphasized and made gentle fun of the title, while still flattering, as he finished off the bread, and found himself giving in to a pair of pleading blue eyes.
“Oh, all right, you shameless furball.” V’ton chuckled, and set down the bowl with the remains of his stew for the dog, sufficiently full anyways, and he’d left most of the meat in there, too. “Go ahead-Jazzy, was it? Eat up. We do manage to have good and enough food here, thankfully.” Not that he’d ever let an animal go hungry-a rule he’d always been unable to sacrifice-especially companions which relied on their human partners. “He’s quite the beautiful canine-where did you get him?”
Curious, V’ton found himself diverted at the girls story, before snickering into the table, before glancing back up with yet another smile. “Well. It sounds as if they need someone to whip their riders into shape, then. After all, if he couldn’t stand a harmless, innocent little bucket…” Certain there was more to the story, V’ton let it slip, assuming he’d find out the rest later, anyways-especially if she Impressed-more so if she was sent to his wing, too. “Well, their loss is our gain, and despite certain…issues, with the last flight of the Queen Trith, our only queen right now, there will be a decent clutch soon. So obviously, your gain as well.”
An inviting smile lingered on V’ton’s lips as he sipped the klah, aware of how caught up he was in the girl’s exuberance, but not minding in the least. Paperwork held little candle to spending time actually exploring. And you think she’s pretty. Hiding a flush at the thought in his head, the wing leader cleared his throat hastily, and stretched briefly. “Well! If it’s a tour you’d like, lovely lady, then as a gentleman and Wing Leader it is my Duty,” capitals and all, “despite how important my work is.” (read: not at all) “To escort you lest you lose your way. And quite the pleasure too.” Laughter was rich in his voice as he studied Keiko, feeling far more at ease and less in the mode of Wing Leader than just another rider, despite the allusions.
shards, but she switched about quickly, like the strange little … what were they called? Some earth pollenater that didn’t exist here with brightly painted wings… ah! Butterflies. Yes, she was like those, indeed. Smirking faintly, the young man shook his head. “Well, that might be possible to arrange… Dysiiliouth is usually willing.” V’ton took a sip of his drink as he reached to the bronze, ~Aren’t you, Dys? She’s quite the character.~ A faint hint of amusement was V’tons’ only warning before he choked on his drink, coughing quickly. Well, given how much you like her, I suppose. You should smile more. Trith will heal, and there will be other flights. [/color]
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