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Post by lithillia on Dec 7, 2011 16:09:03 GMT -8
From a far one could see a falling projectile rush from the sky and in a downwards spiral towards the ground. It could be anything really, and most would not offer it a second thought.
The wind rushed past, the flailing arms could do nothing to keep the ground from coming closer, and the pressure the wind caused made it difficult to breath. The hair whipped the skin, causing it to grow red from the abuse, and the eyes teared up. This was not how it was supposed to end, was it? Not when the goal had been so close, only an arm-lengths reach away, not now!!
There was no way to keep control of the bearings. What was up, turned into down. What was sky blue switched quickly to the dirt color and green that made the surface below. The limbs was at the command at the forces that gravity made, and the high pitch howl drowned out all other sounds, the wind numbed her own voice as she screamed out in fear. There was no way not to scream.
If one was somewhat closer to the location, they would see a cloud of earth and dust suddenly rise to the sky followed by the delayed sound of a thud. It should have been the end, for who could survive such a fall?
The pebbles and dust returned back to the surface where they had lied to rest for hundred, or even thousands of years before. As they made the stop, it sounded like heavy rain, and after a while the air cleared up enough so one could see clearly again. The pale sand stayed calm, glittering in the sun as it always had, and the only thing still falling was one single white feather. It surfed on the wind, swaying from side to side before it finally rested on top of fine strands of white hair.
A cough made a wind that disturbed the sand, it whirled away from the source of the airflow, revealing a sett of luscious lips, and a delicate nose. The cough was quickly followed by many more, and fingers burrowed into the sand and slowly the arms propped up the battered body they belonged to. Gasping next. Gasping followed by more coughing. The lungs seamed filled with annoyance, reluctant to accept the irritation the breathing made, but the will to live triumphed over all discomfort.
The mouth was filled with it, the dry dead sand. It was everywhere, and a coarse tongue ran over teeth to try and clear it out. She managed enough saliva to spit, and as her eyesight adjusted she could see the clay like color of it rest on the ground below. Clay? No.. it was not clay, it was blood that tainted it. She managed to pull the legs to bend under her, it was painful, but at least she was sitting. Her back hurt most of all, and she reached back with one arm to feel for broken things. The movement stiffened as she felt something that somehow felt unnatural to find. Her eyes widened as she saw a large wing lay out over the ground behind her, and if she had any voice left, it would be heard as a shrilled scream. For now the voice was barely a rasped hiss. The pain she felt was the wing, and she stared at it horrified. Was this really a part of her? The young girl tried to remember anything prior to waking up in this pain, but it was all blank to her. It was as if she had just come into existence. She shuffled, shifting her self on the sand. The wing would not be willed back into place, it had to be broken. After checking out the other side of her back, she realized she had only that one wing. It struck her as odd, because she remembered the sight of birds, and they had two. She also knew what to call the things she saw around her. Sand, stone, grass, sky, clouds, trees....
As she pondered these things, she realized she could not sit there. She had to move, move and find someone. It took a good amount of willpower to get from knees and up to standing, but a step later, she found her self on the knees again. The once beautiful girl, now covered in dust and grime, curled up on the ground sobbing soundlessly. She could not understand how she found her self in this situation.
How could she deserve such a fate?
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Post by Kuros on Dec 7, 2011 16:30:02 GMT -8
((Fallen Angel huh? Should be interesting! Good start!))
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Post by Sadori on Dec 7, 2011 17:10:44 GMT -8
((Very Nice. I'm intrigued.))
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Post by Kuros on Dec 12, 2011 9:31:33 GMT -8
***Silver Shield Camp - Some time later***Kuros sat in his tent with his hands pressed together and elbows resting on the table. His gaze was fully fixated on the candlelight. His mind was deep in thought as he mulled over recent events. Shilen was busting free, the seals holding her all but shattered, and while it was true he desired this, even he could not fathom the full extend of destruction such a release would cause. He still remembered how the rock fell from the sky and blasted Talking Island and most of its population to oblivion. He himself was rocked by the blast wave that buried him under tonnes of dirt and rubble. It was thanks to the influx of curious adventurers and later his own knights that he was able to get freed. He could not recall the event however, nor the months he spent in recovery. When he woke up he found that due to the influx of adventurers his knights were forced to masquerade as a group of mercenaries called the "Silver Shield" to protect and hide their identities. He also found that Talking Island has changed completely. First it was that the place was being rebuilt and the structures were bigger and better. Next was the gathering of the other races, it seemed that Talking Island was not the only place that suffered. The ancestral homes of the other races were all but wiped out, even the Isle of Souls succumbed to the destruction. Finally there was Ye Sagira, or the City of The Giants as the Kamael who came to Talking Island call it. Kuros found that it was the cause of the destruction on the Island, the city fell from the sky and annihilated everything below. Now that everything settled adventurers from all over the world travelled to unlock the mysteries the Giants left behind. Rumors even claim that the last of the Giants were among the ruins and the Kamael were trying to free him. There were other rumors that the Giants were offering power to help fight Shilen, but if that was the case then why did the thought send a chill down his spine. While it was true that Shilen was indeed the greater threat, Kuros was all too aware of the stories of a time when the Giants ruled. Would things go back to the old days before the rise of humankind? No! He would not allow it. His hand clenched into a fist. He would use the status he and his knights gained under the guise of a mercenary band and delve into those ruins, he would find the Giant, kill him and take his power for himself. Satisfied that he found some sense of direction in this chaotic time Kuros smiled. The tent flap suddenly opened and a knight in ornate silver armor entered. "My lord." He spoke and went down to one knee. Kuros gazed at the man and found it odd seeing him like this, he was so used to the black obsidian plate that his soldiers normally wore. "What is it Captain..." "You should come outside, we've found something." "Oh?" He arched a brow and stood up. "Show me." Kuros walked past his knight and only then did the Captain rise to take his place on the Dark Lord's right. The camp seemed to be in chaos, atleast for the moment. Soldiers, those not on post milled and huddled around the middle of the marshaling area, each intent on something on the ground. "Make way!" One of the soldiers shouted when they noticed both Kuros and the Captain moving past the crowd until they reached the center of the commotion. Kuros froze suddenly when he caught of the dirt covered woman laying on the ground. A Kamael! His eyes narrowed, he still remembered the sting of anger he felt after he spared the one that attacked him some time ago at Anghel Waterfall. "Where did you find her?" "Our scouts found her out in the fields my lord, where her body impacted the ground." Kuros gazed at the man in silence and the soldier lowered his gaze quickly. "She was seen falling from the sky, we don't know how it was possible that she survived." Kuros knelt down and examined the girl. To any other man she would have been beautiful, even in the poor shape she was in now and it did not surprise him to find many of his own soldiers staring at her. Kuros however was different, he had forsaken such thoughts and desires long ago. Hence when he fixated his gaze on her it was that of a relentless winter. If this was a different time he would have ordered the girl to be sent back, usually such findings were more trouble than they were worth. However, he had a reputation to keep up now, gods only know who this girl was, perhaps she was one of Kekropus' own. Her recovery and well being surely would put the Silver Shield in even higher regards among the people and gain more trust. Kuros stood up then and turned to the man by his side. "Captain, take her to the infirmary. Bind her wounds and tend to her until she recovers. I will be there shortly." Kuros spoke and walked away from the crowd back to his tent. From the distance he heard the Captain shout commands to carry out his master's wishes and to restore order in the camp. This day certainly was getting interesting. ***Silver Shield Camp Infirmary - Nightfall***"Leave us." Kuros commanded the men that tended to the sleeping form of the Kamael. He waited until the soldiers and medics left the tent before moving to the bed where she rested. He paused as he examined her over, she looked much better now that she was all cleaned up. He checked over the bandages and bindings in place to make sure they were properly put on. He always inspected the work of his soldiers, he expected nothing short of perfection from them in everything they did no matter how menial the task. He reached for a piece of cloth and dipped it into the bowl of warm water that was nearby before he brushed off some dried blood his soldiers missed off her forehead. Who are you little bird? Came the thought as Kuros continued on. How did you end up like this? The thoughts raced through his mind until he finished cleaning her up. He then walked over to a nearby chair and sat down to watch over her himself. He wanted to be there when she woke up. ((There you go Lith, a reply as promised. Now work your jedi magic. ))
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Post by Aludian on Dec 12, 2011 10:48:26 GMT -8
((great story developing here. I am also intrigued further.))
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Post by lithillia on Dec 13, 2011 8:35:22 GMT -8
Her white hair laid now brushed aside, and her face in total peace as Kuros tended to the forgotten spots of dried blood. Her body was positioned half way on the side, as the wing was propped up under her, resting well as the bones would sett to its original form. Her breathing was shallow as her body still was in some duress after the ordeal, but she was alive and would survive the night. The bruises made dark shades on her skin, but soon they would too mend and be forgotten. For now she would look like a fallen angel, lost from her path and her place in the sky.
The wet on her face made her furrow the brows, in her rest she could feel it, there was something inside that forced her to wake up. She was not sure, but it could be a potential danger that threatened her and she would have to open her eyes to be able to defend her self. The little thought that made her stir repeated its self until she managed to part the eyelids. The broken Kamael found her self staring up into Kuros face.
She said not a word, but kept her eyes fixed on his caught like a deer in the headlights. Her earliest memories was those of pain and shock, and now she tried to remember how she had come to be here. Her slender body still hurt, but she moved not to find any improvement to her condition in fear for to break what ever that held the silence and peace between the two beings. The air held the scent of oils and herbs, it seamed to be clean and sterile too, but he could not sense any other than him with her. As she kept her eyes to him, flashes from the first wakening stirred her. She flinched as the image made it self too vivid to handle with stoic calm, and she gasped in a short breath. It was as if she flickered between the past and the presence, and she could even at some points feel the taste of the sand in her mouth. Her heart begun to race in her chest, the longer the silence lasted the more tense she got. She was not with out sense, she felt her body remember how to fight if she had to, but she was not sure if this was the time to execute this. She waited it out, only responding to what his actions would be, but her bruised fingers clawed the sheet that made her covers feeling that she lost the grip of her sanity.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 14, 2011 8:20:37 GMT -8
Kuros sat and watched, his green crystalline eyes focused on the stirring form of the Kamael. He watched her eyelids part, revealing a set of crimson eyes that aside from the wing, were the trademark of her race. There was a long silence between the two as the girl stared at him. He caught a flinch she made, followed by a gasp, gods only knew from what. She continued to stare at him, the tension in the room growing with each passing second and it became even more apparent when she dug her claw like fingernails into the bed sheets.
Truth be told the way the girl stared at him made him uncomfortable. He finally broke the gaze, his eyes shifting away from her crimson orbs down to the bed and then to the side of it. He got up suddenly, and turned to the side. Long blond hair slipped off his shoulder, disturbed from their rest and fell down midway to his back. They swayed from side to side when Kuros made his way to the table and poured some water into a mug. "You shouldn't strain yourself. You've been through a lot and your body has only just begun to heal." The human finally said in a calm and smooth tone of voice after he couldn't bare the silence anymore. Someone had to relieve this tension afterall and as much as he hated being in this situation he had no choice. It was either that or kill her. He turned and slowly moved closer to the bed with each step being taken cautiously. There was no telling what the woman was capable of. "My men were able to heal all of the severe injuries, but it is still up to the body to recover completely. As you can see." He noted all the bruises the Kamael had after the healing spells took effect. He paused for a moment, unsure what else to say and just handed the mug of water to her.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 14, 2011 9:46:43 GMT -8
She noted every movement he made, from when he first got up and until he returned with the water. She could feel it now, how thirsty she was, and she lifted her arm up to accept his offering. But even then she kept her gaze on him, even then she studied his features in the most intense way.
The kamael's fingers locked around the mug, allowing him to let go of it before she pulled it towards her self. This was the oddest thing, she thought. She could not remember him or feel kinship with him, and she had clearly noted that he had not a wing as her. This fact alone would tell her that they were not the same, and if they were not the same she might not be safe at all. Other than the wing, she could not know what separated them from each other, she had not seen her self yet, she could not remember at all who she was or where she had came from. His voice seamed to her calm, not hostile yet, and as he spoke she tried to find more details about him that could reveal who he was. It seamed easier for her to do so than to ponder her own existence.
As she started drinking she stared at him, but as soon as she realized the cold soothing and so much needed water flow down her throat she let out a sigh and her eyes were closed. She sucked it in, gulping every last drop with a desperate need to which resulted in a coughing fit. Her lungs protested at the content of water, and forced it up. Under this she noted that she indeed felt much better, sore, but better. The coughing soon ended, and with shaking hands she gave the mug back.
The correct thing would have been to say, thank you, but she only looked up at him not saying a word.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 14, 2011 10:27:38 GMT -8
It was like watching a newborn....almost. Kuros mused. He did not let the note pass that she studied him with an intense gaze. Take a good look then. His lips would have curled to form a half smile and a half sneer but he kept that in check. He tilted his head to the side, the candle light revealing his smooth but pale face. His blond hair was parted at the middle, his bangs hanging to the sides with the ends almost curling along his jawline. The human seemed powerfully built yet slender to some degree, but that he could be easily explained by his career as a soldier. He would have been considered handsome if not for the distant and detached look in his eyes that were an intense color of tropical waters. His eyes shifted to her when she started coughing.
Hmph....like a newborn indeed. He took the mug from her when she was done and set it down on a night table by the bed. He waited for her to say something but again she just looked up at him. How annoying this was starting to get, he was no babysitter. He did not allow his thoughts to betray him though, he kept his facial expression neutral. "Do you have a name girl?" He finally asked when he was sure the girl was all settled down once more.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 14, 2011 20:10:13 GMT -8
He did not know who she was either.....
The kamael shifted in her seat on the bed, and forced both her legs to swing out over the edge. Little did she know that there was still a swelling in the lower part of her spinal cord, but the fact that one of the legs was harder to move she brushed of as being a part of her bruised state. Now sitting with her legs over the edge she also noticed that she wore only a short tunic. It was made of white light fabric, feeling soft to the skin, but it did not reach further down than to her mid thighs. She could not afford to seam coy about it, because if it was so the truth that this man had no clue of who she was either, she did not want to linger a moment longer than necessary. Was this paranoid a part of her normal self? If so, why where she so paranoid? The female decided not to think of the matter to long, his question awaited an answer, and the longer she did not give him one the more she would just prove that she did not know her self.
"Lithillia." she said short, not knowing where that name came from or if it was just a figment of her imagination. She now had to remember the name even if it was a lie, had to remember and live with it. To her advantage she had broken her previous stare, and was now looking out into the room. Was the lie good enough to be believed? The girl let her self slide down to the floor, standing there barefooted gaining balance, and her one hand supported her by grabbing the table near the bed.
Maybe, she thought, maybe he did know her and his question had been a test to see if her mind was not broken after the injuries. What now if she had not guessed right, and that her name was something completely different. Something like Star-seeker, or Wind-dancer. She allowed her self to cast him a sideways glance, but as she did so her wing popped out from its folded hold on her back and shot out to the side. Her entire body shifted as the balance point changed. The girl gritted her teeth of agony and embarrassment, this was not supposed to happen, and she could only hope he had not been knocked over. Maybe she could pass it off as testing out the wing? If in that case she would have to move it about some more and put it back in its place again.
Moving this part of her seamed to be difficult and a task in need of being practiced, but somehow she managed to have it slowly moving back to fold into its place. She cast a glance back to him again, her cheeks rosed with embarrassment. Luckily for her it could pass of as being a sign of pain or a weakened condition.
Lithillia, the self named creature let go of the table as she moved her self to face the man. The soft fabric hugged her frame, and she did not feel comfortable in these, and thus she spoke again. "Where are my clothes?"
She was surprised by the demanding tone of her voice, and pondered how natural it had been to let the words come out this way. Was this how she was? If it came this natural, was this just a sign that she was not only suspicious but also demanding? She made one step closer to him holding her head high as she looked at him in the eyes, and if she had been wise, she had kept to that one step. The next movement sent her to her knees again, just as it had been the first time she had tried to walk. The limb seamed to not be strong enough to keep her up, and she fell to the floor arms and wing spread out over the floor. Her forehead rested onto the ground, and she let out a moan of pain. She had rushed it, she had not executed patient. Somehow it felt like this was normal for her, as if she could remember being scolded for this... But the memory would not show it self for her, and she was just left with that lingering feeling. The Kamael moved her head to look up at the man as she shifted to prop her self up on on elbow, the white hair hanging down in front of her face. She felt so disgraced.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 15, 2011 8:45:02 GMT -8
Kuros observed her movements. His question went unanswered as the Kamael shifted and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. He too noticed she wore just a short tunic that hugged her frame. If this were a different time she would have had him blushing like a schoolboy or perhaps he would have just stared at her with his jaw on the floor. These days were long gone however, now it was just a simple gaze to monitor her movements and to assess any threat that she might possess in this state.
"Lithillia." Kuros nodded when she finally told him her name, but whether he had any suspicions about it or not he either did not show it or he just simply didn't care. The girl slid down off the bed and held on to the night table with one hand for support. His eyes followed her with a sense of mild amusement. So the girl would try to stand, even with the injuries she sustained. Stubborn child. Kuros smirked slightly. He caught her sideways glance, again she looked at him, always looking, except this time out came the wing. He moved his head back only slightly, for that short moment however it felt like time slowed down for him. He could in lucid detail almost count each and every feather on her wing as it sailed past his face only a mere inch away. The very action generated enough force to disturb a few locks of hair from his face and blow them to the side as if they just got hit with a gust of wind. Kuros however did not flinch, he did not blink, not even once. His gaze was locked on Lithillia all throughout the moment. He watched as she tested the wing, the action bringing her pain and agony from the way she grit her teeth. When she finally finished and got that wing under control he felt her gaze on him again. Then, much to his surprise, she let go of the table and with rose red cheeks she walked right up to him.
"Where are my clothes?" Kuros tilted his head to the side for a slight moment, a split second look of confusion escaped from beneath and made its way to his face. He wasn't sure if it was the demanding tone of voice that gave him pause or just the shock that she had some backbone even in her weakened state to dare demand something from him. That look quickly faded though, replaced by an icy gaze. How dare she make demands of him like that! He wanted to strike out at her and send her tumbling to the floor just to establish who had dominance here. However, such a thing did not happen. Kuros was a patient man who knew the virtues of such a quality. His patience won out and he was rewarded for it. Lithillia took another step toward him and continued to gaze at him with her head high in the air. Then her knees buckled and she fell with arms and wing to the floor. The Dark Lord chuckled inside all the while giving a neutral appearance outwardly. Patience is something the girl will have to learn one day, that is if she even survives today. He watched her shift to look up at him, her white hair hanging in front of her face, but it did little to hide her embarrassment or the feeling of disgrace. "I warned you not to strain yourself too much." It was all Kuros said before he turned his back to her and left her as he went to look for her clothes. If the kamael wanted to be stubborn then so be it, he would test her to see just how strong she really was.
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Post by spudnik on Dec 15, 2011 9:23:26 GMT -8
((sexual tension?? #following))
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Post by Kuros on Dec 15, 2011 10:44:51 GMT -8
((Sexual Tension : When your Pokemon card collection has become too big to hide from your girlfriend. There were was a lot of sexual tension in the house today.))
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Post by lithillia on Dec 15, 2011 16:05:58 GMT -8
(( there is a sexual tension between poKuros and Lith. Just saying.
Just be glad im not posting the comments on private pm's here -cackles evily - ))
((Adding: i will if the price is right -muahahhaha- ))
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Post by Kuros on Dec 15, 2011 16:09:15 GMT -8
((/useskill nosebleed fountain>))
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Post by lithillia on Dec 15, 2011 16:39:03 GMT -8
"I warned you not to strain your self too much."
Lithillia stared at him as he turned his back on her, with out the intention of helping her up, he just left her helpless on the floor. She placed her palms down and started pushing her body up, shifting to sit on the floor. There was annoyance in her movements when she looked away from him, facing the opposite direction of where he was, rendering him unable to see her face if he so should turn around. She bit her teeth close, baring them as she frowned by the strain of putting the good leg up under and lifting her up to standing on all four. Her hair fell down to the floor as she took a pause, her chest puffed in and out the air.
Like she would have accepted his help had he had offered. No, she thought not.
The wing made everything more difficult, her weak leg could not support the weight, even worse was that the wing and the leg belonged on the same side of her body. Her muscles argued the strain she put on them, begged her to stay down, and the fact that her body would not listen to what she demanded of her made her angry. She did not care if she could not stand up, all the same, she was going to. The bed was with in her reach, and she clawed a hold to the frame of it, intending to drag her self up as the good leg pushed from under. The heart raced in her chest, beating a rhythm no one could have followed.
Lithillia grunted and gave all the strength she could muster into this one last hoist of her body, and slowly she rose to her feet. The Kamael trembled all over, and breathed heavily as she could claim victory over the gravity once more. With a flick of her head she tossed the wild hair to lie over her shoulder, looking over to the man. Her head was half way bowed down and the one eye not covered by the white hair almost glared at him. Slowly she let her neck lift her beaten but now triumphing face as she jutted her jaw forward. Her white hair bounced around her and fell down to her waist, covering her body more than the tunic.
Take that, she gloated from with in. Her thoughts aimed at him, and at her body so unwilling to obey. Who was he anyway, what did he want with her? Was she his prisoner? Well no matter what it was, she would not bow to him with out a fight, and she almost dared him to play the game of master and slave.
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Post by Olorae on Dec 15, 2011 18:14:30 GMT -8
((OOC COMMENT FOLLOWS: /END OOC COMMENT))
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Post by Kuros on Dec 15, 2011 18:33:22 GMT -8
Kuros walked slowly to the other side of the tent where he believed Lithillia's clothing was stored. His lip curled to form a smirk when he heard her move and try to get up. The sound her actions made had a certain sense of anger to them, in fact he could almost feel her daggers at his back. Funny, but for some reason he enjoyed this, the female did nothing to him really, yet her demands were like an invitation to this little game, she certainly seemed strong enough for it.
He paused for a moment considering this. Perhaps she wasn't as injured as she first showed, or was it that she was capable of recovering so quickly? It would be quite remarkable if she could, truth be told he knew very little about her kind, he had limited contact and while the one he faced before wasn't all that strong she still showed great potential. Was this one the same then? He found himself curious really, afterall was it not in his best interest to learn about what power the other races held just in case it was used against him for whatever the reason may be?
Her grunt brought him back to reality, from the sound of it she has mustered some strength to keep going. Amusing indeed. He continued his walk and finally made his way to an open chest where her clothes were. He inspected the attire completely, clean to perfection, he liked that, he made a mental note to commend the soldier responsible for this. He turned and made his way to the Kamael who now managed to crawl back upon the bed. The look she gave him caused that lip of his to curl again into a smirk and this time he did not hide it. "Your clothes as you...wished." Kuros spoke in a rather polite tone, the smirk fading from his face as quickly as it came. He was after all a Commanding Officer of the Silver Shield was he not? The Shield of the People? He walked past the bed and set the clothes down gently all in one fluid motion before he walked away again to stand some distance from her. This was the privacy she was going to get.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 28, 2011 4:47:30 GMT -8
(( Sorry! been away for a while, but now i am back! enjoy the story. ))
She did not give the clothes a second glance at first, she followed the man with her gaze as he moved away from her giving her some space. Finally she would gain some privacy, some time to figure out some more details about her self in peace and not under his watchful eyes. But... He stopped? She sat her self onto the bed, body half way turned so she could see him, or his back rather, while studying her clothes that now was beside her on the bed. This was it? This was what she would have on? She lifted up the blouse, the small repairs to the fabric barely visible to the eye as someone had done fine work to it. The fabric resembled the tunic, and she guessed she was to still wear the clothing under the shirt. As she put the shirt on, struggling to figure out how the wing would go into all of this, she kept her eyes fixed on him. Damned if he was allowed to see her fumble with this......Damned if she knew how this clothing worked! After a little while it felt right, and she could move any limb with out it restraining her function, and she glared down on the other clothes.
The short shorts was easier to maneuver, but it required her to stand up again, and she did so carefully. The tunic proved difficult to tuck into the lining of her shorts, and now it felt more wrong to have it on with the other items. She almost snarled out a little hiss, and whit one good hand she ripped the clothing of from under her shirt. Lithillia let the light ruined thing fall to the ground and gave it no second thought, as she found a even worse item to put on. The bodice... How... Would... It... Fit... She forgot to cast her stare to the man, and now fully focusing her eyes on the little clothing that puzzled her. What was up and down on it? In and out? And what were the point with all these laces? The kamael tried desperately to remember the secret to this terrible piece of clothing, and tried to hold it up to her body in different ways to see how it would fit the best. She sat down on the bed again, shorts barely covering anything of her legs that was still bare as the thigh high boots still was on the bed with her. She crossed her ankles while pondering, it made no sense to her why would she need this? Was she not just fine in the shirt? She let her eyes go down, finding the shirt wide and covering her shape totally.
This was good... no?
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Post by Kuros on Dec 28, 2011 12:02:46 GMT -8
((WB Lith! Good to see you back among us! <cracks his knuckles> alright let's see <reads on> MmmmHmmm...I see. Alright this should be interesting.))
Kuros waited patiently for the Kamael, he heard her movements and could see the image of her sitting on the bed even though he had his back turned to her. Somehow he could still feel her eyes on him. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably, he tipped his head forward slightly causing blond locks to fall forward and hang as if to cover him. Why did this one have such an uncomfortable effect on him? The other one was all black anger and fury, he could understand that, he himself was feeding off her anger. But this one, she was different, she did not show anger though she still challenged him, almost dared him. A faint hiss caused his eyes to shift to the side, though that was the only movement he made. He heard something being torn and then the sound of something falling to the ground. Then it was silence again. A long moment passed and he heard nothing from her. He found himself shifting his weight from one leg to the other once more. Maybe he should have left the tent, but then again he wouldn't want her to leave....atleast not yet. He lifted his head up to stare at the tent wall he was facing. How long could it take to get dressed? His men were trained to dress quickly especially for combat situations, was this kamael not a soldier like the stories tell them to be? He sighed slightly, he supposed it was the wounds, it would have made it difficult afterall. He didn't even know why he allowed the girl to continue on with this, she proved she had willpower, shouldn't he give her a break and time to recover fully?
"Is everything alright, Lithillia?" He finally broke the silence, his voice a soft and genuine tone, something he hasn't used in a very long time, not since his Fall.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 28, 2011 15:28:15 GMT -8
His voice made her remember that he was still there. Annoyed for relaxing her guard that much made her narrow her eyes at him though he was still facing away from her.
So now what? Clearly she could not confess her lack understanding this piece of clothing, nor could she ask for his aid. She turned the bodice up again, hoping this would be the time the secret would be revealed to her. The more she stared at it, the more it seamed to be.... "Broken! It must be broken...." Her voice was not screaming out the words, but holding the firm tone of someone unhappy. Unhappy about it in the fashion of : 'Someone made a mistake, and I will punish them for it'. "Are /you/ sure these are /my/ clothes? They do not seam to fit very well at all..." She looked over the shirts fabric to find the repaired tears for to complain on them, but the stitched was well done and hidden so she could not utter her discomfort over them. Unable to really get her frustration out the appropriate way she lost her patience again and threw the bodice towards him. Not taking the time to see if it hit him or not, she returned to the thigh high boots and started pulling them on, one after the other and stood up making sure the edge of them fit perfectly around her legs. Again she had left him out of her sight, not knowing what he was doing on the other side of the room, all she knew now was that she was too annoyed by everything. Annoyed that she could not remember, annoyed she could not walk right... and extremely annoyed that she had no idea who this man was. While she waited for some sort of explanation, she started to try and fix her hair, though this was a difficult task, balancing on the bad leg, on high heals... and beside that, she had not seen a mirror to use anywhere near.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 28, 2011 16:47:25 GMT -8
"Broken! It must be broken..."
"Hmm?" Kuros looked puzzled for a moment when he heard her say those words. Those clothes were perfectly repaired when he picked them up from the chest. "Are /you/ sure those are /my/ clothes? They do not seem to fit very well at all..." She ambushed him, that was certainly it and he wasn't prepared for it. "That's impossible, I..." He tried to defend himself from those words and just as he did he was smacked in the face by the flying bodice. Any other words that came out were muffled out by the fabric. There was a long pause after that. Beneath it all Kuros' face was boiling red with rage and embarrassment. What the Hell! He steamed. Nobody has ever done that to him before and lived. His fingers twitched, he wanted to rip the fabric off his face and strangle her with his bare hands, he wanted to he wanted to.... He took a deep breath and sighed. He would not lose his temper to this girl, he did not want to ruin his cover, he could not let her win.
He brought his hand up and pulled the bodice down off his face and just held it there for a moment. His face again a stone mask. That mask almost shattered though when he saw her turn to put her boots on and then tend to her hair as if nothing happened. He held his breath, choking out any sounds he would make. His fingers twitched again and then he forced himself to exhale slowly...again. "I...I will have it checked over." He spoke after he collected himself. He waited for a moment watching the Kamael work on her hair. He could see the frustration in her actions and that atleast gave him some comfort. This isn't going anywhere. He rolled his eyes and just walked over to the other side of the tent where a tall mirror stood. He picked it up and brought it over infront of her. "Here...this should help."
The Dark Lord moved off to the side after his good deed and leaned back against a table. Let's try this again. "So, Lithillia, what happened to you? How is it that you....fell from the sky?"
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Post by lithillia on Dec 29, 2011 5:06:13 GMT -8
As he approached with the mirror, she laid her gaze on him once again, she had not noticed one bit of his fiery anger, nor his flexing fingers itching to strangle her. What she saw was a man willing to foresee her needs, and so brought her the reflecting surface she had wanted. She gave him a court nod, the only thing she manage to give as a thank you, before she turned to look into the mirror.
She absolutely froze once seeing her self in it. Her one hand was still holding the long hair up in a temporary ponytail, all of the hair was pulled away from her face and she was as if mesmerized by her own appearance. Her expression said nothing about what she was thinking, besides the statue pose she gave away none of her thoughts. Slowly her eyes scanned the reflection, from bottom and working their way up. When she reached up to the shoulders, she could see the wing stick up from behind it, but still she kept her posture not flinching. Perhaps he could notice the heartbeats that moved under her skin, her exposed neck would hold a good vain to show this, and her heart was beating fast. Her eyes moved then up to scan the face on top of the perfectly shaped body. The clear pale skin stretched perfectly over a delicate jaw and chin, and above there sat a pursed well filled sett of lips. Her nose matched the features perfectly in length and body, and if nothing else she felt she did deserve this appearance. She felt content seeing her own beauty, and the pride with in her swelled. When she in moment later met her own gaze she did indeed flinch, subtle, but the reaction was there. The red orbs stared back, piercingly, and she felt the need to avoid meeting the direct look. She hurried to tie up her hair in the ponytail as intended, but some of her bangs fell down in her face. She ignored it, and as quickly as the battered body allowed to, she turned away from her matching image. Again she stood facing the man, and at the first glance it could be given away some sort of fear in her eyes. Was her own beauty scaring her a little? Was the red orbs to much for her to witness after the wing and perfect body? Soon after the fear vanished, as she looked at him raising her head a bit more. She now knew what he was looking at, and he had not seamed to be lost in her appearance. Maybe she was not as special nor different from others outside of this infirmary. She tried to read him, see his reactions, find any sign that would tell her if he was in the same awe of her as she had been when seeing her self for the first time. If he did not, she hoped that her lingering stare on her self would be to study the bruises and scratches that was spread on her skin, and not the surprise of knowing who she was.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 29, 2011 7:14:59 GMT -8
His eyes were upon the Kamael female, watching and waiting patiently as she examined herself in the mirror. His gaze mimicked her own and for the first time he actually allowed himself to examine her like she did in the mirror, starting at the bottom and working his way up. He reached her shoulders and like Lithillia his gaze fell to the wing then moved up to scan the face. Pale skin stretched over a delicate jaw and chin, she had pursed but well filled lips, the nose matched her perfect features. Simply put she was stunningly beautiful and she seemed to know that with the way pride swelled up in her. All logic in his mind pointed to that, yet his heart would not accept it.
Interesting. He gazed at her eyes and for a brief moment he saw her flinch and then avoid the mirror. She hurriedly tied up her hair into a ponytail and left a few bangs to cover part of her face. Kuros supposed that it gave her a bit of character. Then she stood to face him and again there was something in her look, was there fear under all that fiery temper? The Dark Lord kept a perfectly neutral face at the possibility as he continued to casually lean back against the table. There was that gaze of hers again, she too was studying him, reading him, he knew. "It's alright Lithillia. You are safe here, nobody will do you any harm." He spoke in soft tones and used her name once more after he did not get the answer to his previous questions.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 29, 2011 9:06:42 GMT -8
She wanted to answer, to say something quickly to continue to mask the worry he had seen so easily. She did not want to show any weakness, for she trusted not this man nor his calm tone. She shifted the weight to her bad leg, and it did not give away as she had feared. Was she getting better already? Or was she just lucky... As she pondered this she felt something in her stomach. A hallow feeling, stinging her fiercely. Soon after, the burning in her throat grew stronger. She was both hungry and thirsty. Could she demand being fed and watered? Would he comply with this? Would they dine outside of this every growing boring room. She realized then, that he had spoken to her several times already, and she had not answered him. Lithillia tried to remember his words, and with the memory of them she tried to form an answer. What had happened to her? How was it that she had fallen from the sky. Sadly, or maybe fortunate for her, she could not remember the fall, only the painful wakening after it. "I do not have to explain my fall to you, and certainly not before you explain to me what I am doing here in your care." She did not regret the harsh words or the tone delivered to the man. She could not answer him so she tried to divert the matter into something she could control. "And am I to stay hungry and thirsty while I am here? Or can I go as I please to find my self something to feed on?" Be careful now, her mind warned her, and she bit the string of words of before she ended up offending the person even more. Though one bit lingered on her tongue a while before it slipped. " You have also yet to tell me your name, /sir/." That last bit was added to his benefit, maybe to plaster the direct and demanding, or even accusing words, she had served prior. Yet all her replies had been coming directly, and slowly she begun to understand who she was as a person. Would he respect her cautiousness? Would he understand her situation even if she did not reveal her lost memories? Again she found her self studying him something fiercely. Only when she remembered how her own gaze must have hit him, like it had hit her in the mirror, did she try and soften it just a bit. She stood there, both legs planted on the ground, her hands slowly finding their way to rest behind her back. Her posture was rank, and she would look like falling into a soldiers pose with out noticing this her self.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 29, 2011 9:57:03 GMT -8
Kuros waited patiently for the reply while the Kamael figured out what to say. His gaze lingered, his eyes like that of a hawk when the girl shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She even seemed to be gaining strength. What are you struggling with now? Are you hiding something?
"I do not have to explain my fall to you, and certainly not before you explain to me what I am doing here in your care." The words were harsh and full of fire, but by now he expected that to a degree. "And am I to stay hungry and thirsty while I am here? or can I go as I please to find myself something to feed on?" Kuros pushed himself off the table to stand on his own this time. Where he was angry with her once he now found a sense of mild amusement. His demeanor shifted like the wind at random. "You have yet to tell me your name, sir." His name? Kuros paused. Of course, so he didn't.
He suddenly turned and walked off to the side, his hands behind his back. He paused at the tent flap. "You are free to go whenever you wish, nobody here is keeping you against your will." His tone was casual as if the statement was a matter of fact. "You were under my care because my soldiers found you severely injured. We were under the impression that you were in need of aid." He reached out and pulled the flap open before turning to look at her over his shoulder. "The name is Dachande Stormblade, I am in command of the Silver Shield, the encampment you are in right now. Now if you excuse me I will have some of my men bring you something to eat. Though I do suggest you get yourself back into bed, since we will have to find some better clothing for you I suggest you keep your form hidden for now. You are still among men afterall." With that the human was gone. His voice could be heard outside barking out orders to the soldiers in his camp to get a meal prepared and then there was silence.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 30, 2011 1:29:39 GMT -8
Lithillia watched the man leave the tent, and as soon as the flap closed behind him she took a careful step to the side letting the painful leg pause from the pressure. It was not all healed yet, but she would make sure she would be seen as strong as she could be in anyone’s eyes. She had grown weary of this place, but she did not feel too comfortable leaving just yet. What ever she knew, and didn’t know, was what she had here and not what was out there on her own. She would chose to stay for now, but it could not hurt to go for a little walk... if she could.
A little step forward, testing her limits, pushing it. A second step and her face grimaced. It didn’t matter, because no one could see her now. A third step... She had to pause, but did not give up in her plan to go outside. One step with her left right foot, then placing the left back to the strong one. She bit her lip almost to bleed when she started moving again, but soon she was there at the opening and folded the flap to the side. The fresh air found her, and it was slightly colder outside than in the tent. The Kamael did not stop long at the door, before she made her way to stand a few feet away from the entrance. Lith glanced around, taking note of the several tents in different form and shapes. There was not much sound, she reckoned it was late evening rather than early morning. Most of the men that Dachande had spoke of was probably resting after a long day.
She saw a few training dummies over across the open space in front of the infirmary, a few archery grounds, and something she could not yet identify. In the other direction she saw more tents, and the wind carried with her the scent of horses. Happy to recognize so many different things drove her to walk into the direction of the stables. As she followed the scent, she moved slowly, hobbling along on the bad leg. The boots with the high heels did not make the journey any easier, but for now she was to preoccupied with getting to know her surroundings, that it mulled the pain just enough to make it bearable.
She moved deeper into the jungle of tents, and the murmur of male voices found her ears as she came closer to where the soldiers had their village. Some of them spoke in hushed tones, but sometimes loud laughter would disturb the silence. This did not bother the kamael, she had no interest in them.
Soon after she was at the horses pen, and she stopped. There was many of the beasts gathered there, but only one that would catch her eye and she stared at it from her place. The animal grassed peacefully, and she could sense the wild spirit with in it. The coat was all white, and the chest and hind part bulged of muscles. When it noticed the single audience, it craned its neck and glanced back at the mesmerized woman. The expression on Lithillias face grew soft and peaceful, and she moved forward to lean onto the fence. Soon the stallion lost its interest in the kamael and grassed on, but Lithillia kept looking at it while ignoring her own hunger. There was something with that animal she could relate to, and she wanted to just share this moment with him even if he did not care if she was there or not.
Confident steps behind made the woman aware that she was not alone. With out acknowledging that she had noticed the presence, she kept a alert focus on the stranger. A young soldier came up to mirror her pose leaning onto the fence. For a time he said nothing, he just followed her eyes to the stallion. Lithillia refused to give him any attention, and when he spoke, she ignored him further. "He is a wild thing, he is", he said still looking at the white horse. The poor soldier wanted to look over at her, but what little he had seen so far made him feel a bit timid. "They say no one can ride him, but I am sure they will find someone that can break him one day." The boy continued to make small talk with her, her silence was not enough to make him leave. "Maybe I will try, I am not afraid to." Lithillia blinked, still keeping her pose and eyes on the horse. "He is very beautiful..." Finally the soldier looked over at her, and as he did he ran his hand through his hay colored hair. " … but he is nothing compared to you." Really... She thought, annoyed by the whole experience. "You are a Kamael, right?" She gave no response, but noted the word. "I have heard about your kind. Never seen one though, no ma'am... I heard they found one, found you... And I was curious to see for my self..." He stared at her, and she could feel his gaze on her. She took a deep breath, continuing to ignore him as best as she could. "No artist in the world could capture the way you look, no song be just enough to tell of you...." The boy fell silent, still looking at her. The whole thing was really ruining this for her and Lithillia gritted her teeth for she was about to break the silence. "Shake your head boy... your eyes are stuck." Her tongue would sound the words like a crack of a whip, and the soldier could not be more surprised to hear the hallowed sound of her voice. "I-I am sorry m-ma'am.." There was a void of silence between the two, but he stole a few glances of her refusing to leave the fallen to her self. Maybe he could sense her reluctance, maybe he did not mind it. She feared he only felt challenged by her attitude, and maybe when she had talked back it had only fueled his hope or what ever it was that he expected to come of this encounter. Lithillia pushed her self away from the fence, and turned for to leave the same way she had come. It was indeed time to get back in bed, and the food would be about ready too, she hoped.
Even if she tried to mask the limping as best as she could, it would be evident enough for anyone seeing her that she was in pain. The soldier was no exception to this, and he hurried to her left side placing his left under her arm for to support. She froze immediately. "Unhand me...." "Ma'am... you are injured, I could not allow you to walk alone in this condition..." Slowly, she turned her head to face his, and on her heels she would be about his height. Her stare would give him all the warning he would need to get the hell away from her, but he was mostly blinded by stupidity and the chance of being close to her. "It would be my pleasure..." As he said this he moved his right hand to support her back, and thus touching her wing. The soft feathers would meet his skin, and before he could really savor the moment he felt strong fingers around his throat. Paralyzed by this change of event made him grow limp, and his arms dropped to the side. Red, almost burning eyes, were fixed on his now. "Touch me again..." the kamaels voice dripped with poison. "...And I will kill you." It would be like hearing a promise from beyond this world, and to make her point valid, she squeezed the fingers tighter around his windpipe. Lithillia looked up at him, finding out that she was in fact holding the young man up in the air several inches above the ground. The fingers unlocked the grip, and he fell down to the ground, grunting and coughing to resume his airflow. The giants creation stood with her legs spread some apart, and her fists balled down her sides. She looked down at him with a glare that he would not meet, and as soon as he could he scrambled to his feet and ran from there.
Finally alone she placed one hand to her back, and her face struck with a grimace of pain. Lithillia let her self sit on the ground, but even if the pain distracted her from forming any valid thought, she could not help but feel shocked over what she had just done.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 30, 2011 10:33:44 GMT -8
Kuros was back in his own tent and once more he sat at the table staring right into the candlelight. His thoughts were on the Kamael and how he would deal with her. She has proven to be stubborn and somehow she managed to push all the right buttons to annoy him to no end. His conversation with her got him nowhere, and while he had ways of grilling information out of her it would require him to kill her in the end. No, he couldn't do that, she was more valuable alive right now, however, he did take a short moment to savor the thought.
He decided that she would have to go eventually, his initial gut feeling told him she was more trouble than she was worth and from his experience with her so far that feeling has proven to be true. Wretched Princess.. He sneered as the sarcastic thought formed itself. "My Lord." Came a voice from behind the tent flap. Kuros turned and stood up. "Come in knight, what is it." The knight, dressed in his silver armor entered the tent and went down on one knee. "Sir the meal has been prepared as you ordered, however..." The knight hesitated. Kuros looked down at the man, he studied his features and wondered what ill news he had. "However?" The Dark Lord spoke to signal the knight to go on. "She has left the infirmary." The knight dared not look up at his lord.
Kuros sighed and rubbed his temples, he felt like he was going to have a headache. "And the sentries? Have they not seen her?" "No, my Lord." Came another reply from the knight which caused his Lord to narrow his eyes. "The stay here has made you all lazy and careless." The tone in which the way Kuros spoke the words sent a chill down the knight's back. "Very well, gather some men and search the camp." Damn that girl! Kuros fumed. He should not have left her alone.
***A short while later***
Kuros walked through the camp with a squad of soldiers by his side. The Kamael has been found by the stables almost the moment the search began. The soldiers that found her had her surrounded and cornered like some animal, he could hear shouts coming from their direction and from the look of things it seemed like something happened. "Stand aside!" His voice boomed like thunder through the crowd and upon hearing him the soldiers stepped to the side and snapped to attention. Their target seemingly forgotten for the moment. "What is going on here." The statement was not a question, it was a demand. "She attacked Caius!" Came one shout from among the men. Then came another and another and so on. "She almost killed him." "He was just trying to help her." "Enough!" His voice boomed again and the shouts were quelled. Kuros took a few steps forward to examine the Kamael girl. She looked lost, almost as if she wasn't even on this world. He knelt down beside her finally to check her over for any injuries, there were none aside from that she already had. It seems the soldiers went easy on her and didn't lay a single finger on her despite the accusations. "Why are you out here? I thought I told you to remain in the tent."
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Post by lithillia on Dec 30, 2011 18:38:34 GMT -8
Lithillia had no point of reference of how long time had passed, or when the first men had come to accuse her for murder, or the attempt there of. The pain that had hit her after the power costly movement, had now vanished... or diminished... or it was replaced by numbness. The kamael, could not define what she was feeling at this point, and was even less bothered by the angry men shouting at her. They kept them self to the shouting, not daring to touch her for several reason: For what Caius had told them, and the mix of fear and respect for their Lord and commander. That was all they needed to keep their distance. A new voice blended it self with the others. A powerful rumble made the rest stop in an instant, and the silence following was a relief for Lithillias ears, even if she did not really grasp what was being said. Was it shock? The pose remained as the mob started to shout some more, answering the voice holding the authority they respected. Again this one voiced out loud, and the silence came once again, washing over her as a offering of serenity. The voice spoke a third time, and she somewhat recognized it. Her half blank staring eyes moved to rest on Dachande and the glazed orbs blinked slowly at him. What was he saying? She strained to hear the words her mind played over, and she made sense of them. The tent... right... yes she was supposed to.. or was it a suggestion? More like an option she was given. That or leave? No? Why she was out here? She had gone for a walk...simply. Lithillia had not yet said a word, but not out of spite this time. Her frame started to shiver softly, and the strands of hair that had been tucked behind her ear at some point, fell back down into her face. Her eyes was big, looking at the man with the confusion or shock that kept her locked in the state. Her conscious self, locked tight with in the shocked body raged at her state. Get up, stop this silly display of weakness. What are you doing? The abuse her body had been through made the mind fragile, it was overloaded, to much new information to handle at once. It had not been given time to adjust to one thing before thrown into a new pile of new material to digest. The fresh memories played over in her mind, some parts fast forwarded, some other lingered slow in front of her eyes like they told her a tale that she could not understand. The man waited still for her to answer, and the angry Lith raged at the closed of access to the body. Get a grip, are you going linger here like a sitting duck? ((*)) Her eyes blinked again, and slowly some of the shock let go of the death grip it had on the kamael. When she finally spoke, her voice was just a hollowed whisper. "I was just stretching my legs...." You sound weak!! the inner self raged at her puny voice she displayed. "I..." She blinked her eyes again looking at him, and then she squinted them as if to search his face, or her own mind for some clue. ARGH! You can do better than that!! "I wanted to test my leg, before I was served dinner." Just tell him its none of his business! The anger from whit in would display in the eyes for a short moment before the glossy look returned. Her mind re-winded the outcries the men shouted around her, and she tilted her head to the side. "I did not kill him." .. BUT you will if anyone touches you again! The thoughts added. Lithillia shook her head, and tried to move her legs so she could stand up and return to the tent away from the angry crowd. Nothing happened and she placed her palms on to the ground to push her self up. While doing this she broke the eye contact, hair hanging down as she gazed to the unmoving limbs. "My legs...." Tell him he touched you! Tell him it was self defense! "I...I cant move my legs..." Tell him!! Grasped her own head and shouted with all the force her lungs could muster. "SHUT UP!!" The kamael leaned forward placing her head forward onto the ground and did not care if she inhaled some of the dust resting on the used trail.
((* Pun intended for your amusement. ))
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Post by Kuros on Dec 30, 2011 22:10:25 GMT -8
His gaze was focused on the woman as the scene played itself out before him. His soldiers waited, none of them daring to make a sound even with the knowledge that Kuros would not punish them infront of her. He waited for her, giving her a moment to regain control of herself. She looked up at him, eyes big with with confusion and shock, then came a hallowed whisper from her. "I was just stretching my legs...I...." She blinked her eyes and just as she searched his so did he search hers for clues as to what happened. "I wanted to test my leg, before I was served dinner." Kuros looked back for a moment as his soldiers, he watched for their reaction but none of them moved a muscle, they were all like stone statues. "I did not kill him.." The statement focused his attention back to the kamael. He watched her attempt to stand up and fail. "My legs...I...I can't move my legs."
Kuros' face was a stone mask like his soldiers when Lithillia leaned forward and just placed her head on the ground. I told you not to go anywhere. His thoughts formed an answer that he did not speak out loud to her. You should have given up while you were still ahead. The Dark Lord only shook his head at the whole scene and turned back to his soldiers. "Return to your duties, all of you. I want a full report from those involved with this on my desk by morning." His soldiers burst into action with quick and decisive movements. They understood their lord, they knew how he worked. They did not question the command nor did they ask what will be done about what just transpired. "Captain." Kuros halted the knight that was always by his side. "Remain with me." "As you command, my lord." The Captain bowed his head. "Let us get you out of here." Kuros turned back to Lithillia and whether she wanted it or not, he brought his arms under her and lifted gently. He waited for the captain to take his place by his right and then made the silent trek back to the infirmary.
The walk itself went without incident, soldiers milled around the campsite preparing for lights out. Patrols made their rounds and saluted when they came his way. When they finally got into the tent Kuros made his way to the bed and set the girl down. He then nodded to the captain who bowed and excused himself out to leave the two alone. Kuros then walked over to a table where a bowl of warm water and some cloth rested and brought it back to place it at the night table by the bed. He stood there for a moment, looking at Lithillia before he finally took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "This is the second time you have failed to heed my warning." When he spoke to her it was without anger, the tone was cool and collected. The statement a simple matter of fact. "And now..." He swept his arm over her. "I can only imagine what damage you have caused yourself. It was foolish of you to even try." He dipped the cloth in warm water and wrung it out before handing the damp thing to her. "I hope, in the future, that you atleast take some of what I say into consideration."
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