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Post by lithillia on Dec 31, 2011 4:00:53 GMT -8
Lithillia took the offered damp cloth and unfolded it over her palms and pressed it to her face. She felt disgraced again. Carried like an infant resting in his arms as she was taken back to her bed. Cared for like an unable person, and spoken to like a child. The kamael had slowly returned to her self again, the body was at her command, if not her legs then so the rest of it. She kept the cloth there, pressed to her grimed features stained of the pathway dust. His word made sense, and she already somehow knew that she had made the wrong choice. Admitting to it was a total different thing, and her mind worked out what to reply. "Thank you." She said first of all. He could read it as he pleased. Maybe she thanked him for all he had done for her, taking her in, aiding in her health and well being, seeing to her needs. Or that of the simple gesture he just did by handing her the wash cloth. "Who says I did not hear your warning or take your words in consideration?" she chose to say when she had cleaned her face. She held her more natural indifferent look on her face, ashamed of her earlier display. "And for the future...." She looked at him now, the red orbs sat in the serene face. " ...I have decided to stay here until I am well enough to go on, on my own." The tone was offering him that this choice was made to his honor, rather than the grateful humble, and thankful relief of having a place to stay while being ill. Though she tried to act indifferent to him, like she was above anything here, though she did look at him a bit different. She had noted very well how the men had acted around him, how they seamed to hold him as their leader. This gave her a bit more respect for the man with the golden hair, but she did not yet put him over her own person. If he was to command her, he would have to take the right, not wait for it to be given. Her slender hand reached out to him, holding the used cloth, while keeping her gaze to his eyes. She mentioned none about the fact that she had promised to kill any who touched her, realizing his action of taking her back to the infirmary was an act of... kindness? Did she respect actions of kindness? She was not sure, but right now she was glad to be back in the bed.
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Post by Kuros on Dec 31, 2011 10:32:40 GMT -8
Kuros stood back with his arms folded while Lithillia cleaned herself up. He could only imagine what was going on in her mind but from the look of things it seemed she was returning to her old self. He prepared himself for a smartass remark that this Princess was about to give him. "Thank you." The words caught him a bit off guard, though only for a split second before he regained his composure and nodded in return. "Who says I did not hear your warning or take your words into consideration?" That statement almost made him chuckle. Were you looking for trouble then? Princess? He would have replied but for now he decided it would be best not to provoke her. He was in no mood to exchange verbal jabs with her at this time. She gazed at him suddenly and he too returned the gaze. "....I have decided to stay here until I am well enough to go, on my own." Kuros tensed up inside, the way she spoke those words were as if he weren't given any choice about it, though he did not show it. How long would that take? He wanted to ask her but he kept his cool for now.
He accepted the cloth once she was finished with it and placed it in the bowl. He turned his back to her and moved off to the side of the tent where a freshly prepared meal was resting. He removed the wards and other spells that acted to keep it warm and fresh and carried the plate to the bed for her. "I will be taking you to the main square tomorrow to see the elders of your race. I care not if you don't want to tell me what happened to you as your mission is not my business, but I'm sure they will." He handed her the plate and once again stepped back to wait for her.
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Post by lithillia on Dec 31, 2011 10:51:27 GMT -8
Lithillia stiffened some. To see her elders... of her race. The Kamael, she concluded in her mind. That was what she was. "I am not sure I will be well enough for such a travel..." She looked down at the tray, finding it looking and smelling fantastically. Her belly rumbled, and the simple body function annoyed her. Weakness, she hissed inside, had it to betray the every aspect of her? She had no idea if she had tasted this food before, even though it did seam familiar, the scent of it. The shape of the items. There was a barely cooked beef there, topped with large mushrooms in a creamed gravy. The lettuce was fresh and healthy looking, and she tried every single item on the plate on their own, before giving him a nod of approval. "Compliments to the cook." she said monotone, trying to digest his news further. She ate some more, taking her time and for once showing patience. When she was half way through the dish, she put it aside. "How do you know if I answer to my masters or not?" she said, not realizing how it could reveal that she did not know this her self. "Maybe I am stationed under someone else authority, and it would only make us looking silly reporting to the wrong place...." She shifted in her seat, propped up by all kinds of large pillows to sit, and her legs still would not move. "Though no matter.... I wont be able to move at all. And I assume you wont be carrying me all the way to the town square?" She chose to address that embarrassment, hiding the feeling towards what he had done for her, into that of indifference. The healers might ponder what was wrong with her back, as it seamed to heal perfectly as before. Maybe they would come to think of this lame state could come of hysteria. Like hysteria blindness. The kamael was ever growing stronger, and her bruises faded almost with a visible speed.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 1, 2012 21:46:13 GMT -8
Kuros waited patiently for the girl. He didn't say anything when she protested about not being well enough for travel and from what happened earlier she may have been right. He didn't know when and how quick she will recover from her ordeal. When she showed her appreciation for the meal he nodded in return. "I will let him know." Well, despite the injuries she atleast still had an appetite. Again he waited, letting time pass so she had her fill. "How do you know if I answer to my masters or not?" The question caused him to tilt his head to the side as he regarded her curiously. "Maybe I am stationed under some other authority, and it would only make us look silly reporting to the wrong place..." While her words had some merit the fact that she was in the area needed to be reported to the Kamael stationed here, even if she was not under their command.
His eyes followed her movements when she shifted her seat. "Though no matter...I won't be able to move at all and I assume you won't be carrying me all the way to the town square?" Kuros couldn't help but smirk a bit. Now wouldn't that be a sight. She seemed so confident that she wasn't going anywhere, he could only imagine her next expression. "Whether you are under the command of the detachment here or not, your presence still has to be reported to your people. Even if it was some covert operation you were on, Kekropus, the one who leads your kin is to be informed." He paused, letting that information sink in. "Otherwise you could be suspected as a spy, and I for one will not harbor the enemy." How ironic his own words sounded to him, was he not doing just that? Spying and monitoring everything to see what each faction would do to counter Shilen's moves.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 1, 2012 22:43:25 GMT -8
His point was valid. Crap....
The kamael stared at him now, locked in thought. She wanted to protest the logic of it, tell him that it was ridiculous to even suggest she was a spy or a traitor to her race. What ever words she tried out in her head it would just sound like an excuse, words traitors would use to try and mask the guilty actions. How would she best go about this? Lithillia tried to keep her secret, her face calm as she stared at the man. And while she was thinking she let her self take in his appearance even further. The smirk had not gone unnoticed, but he did not seam to reveal much else of feelings. Damnit.... was he really so honest and loyal that he would be unable to sway? Giving a soft laughter now would just seam even more fake, the time between his words and her reaction was ever growing further part and she knew she had to reply something. "So be it... " WHAT?! She had replied that with out thinking. "But if it is so that I cant move to report in my deeds, no matter their nature, I could suggest that a letter is sent to appease your conscience. You will not be accused of keeping a spy in your midst." She tilted her head some, giving a small smile. "And then let my /elder/ figure out if I need to report and when..." Would this give him the trust to leave her alone with this subject for a day?
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Post by Kuros on Jan 2, 2012 10:48:36 GMT -8
"So be it..."
Kuros' eyes were on the Kamael, his eyes reflecting the look of amusement as much as the smirk on his face. How quickly the atmosphere changed when he flushed the kamael out and cornered her in this little game. Oh how she seemed to squirm when she pondered his words, he could only wonder what she was hiding and the more she resisted the more he wanted to know. "But if it is so that I can't move to report in my deeds, no matter their nature, I could suggest that a letter is sent to appease your conscience. You will not be accused of keeping a spy in your midst." He watched her smile, though whether it was form feeling uneasy or from just being genuine he did not know. "And then let my elder figure out if I need to report and when..."
Kuros pondered the words for a moment and simply nodded. Regardless what form the message was delivered he would know the truth. "Very well." He took the half finished plate of food away knowing well the Kamael wasn't interested in it anymore. He then turned and headed towards the tent flap. "Get some good night's rest and regain your strength, I will have breakfast sent in the morning, then you can write your letter." He used his free hand to open the flap. "Sleep well, Lithillia." He stepped through and disappeared from sight.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 2, 2012 11:55:04 GMT -8
Lithillia nodded, and this bought her some more time to think through what she would write in such a letter to her superior and elder. Could she just simply tell the truth as it was, ask for it not to be revealed for Kuros, for she was not yet certain of his agenda. She was not sure of anything, not sure who she was or how she had come to land there. Or could she forge a lie, build up some secret mission that this elder would not have heard of, and could not trace? She could give her some fantastic background where she would seam important and fantastic. She could be feared and admired, loved and hated.... Maybe even Kuros would not look at her with at her with amusement. Yes she had noticed, and she resented it. Soon he would not dare to look at her that way, when he would eat her lie and believe it. With a cat like smile she let her self sink down into the bed, and closed her eyes and waited for the sleep to take her under.
**** Later, sleeping soundly ****
The rest that found her was not easy.
As soon as the darkness enclosed her, she found her self running away from something. She could feel her lungs burning, each breath to take carved deeper into her and she could barely see anything around her self. The maze of shadow walls grew more complicated, and yet another wrong turn had her cornered. Lithillia turned around, pressing her back against the wall, while panting. Her pitched gasps was flung back to her like whispered echos making her feel even more lost. She covered her mouth while her lungs pumped, hoping this little corner would keep her hidden from what ever it was that chased her, regretting every sound made to betray her. What ever it was, it was scaring her to death. Tears pressed in her eyes and she closed them hard. Did she have someone to pray to? Would someone hear her plea?
The wall in front opened, revealing a new path to take, and with out questioning why it had changed, she pushed her self from the other, and darted into the unknown. A large room unfolded, in fact she could not see any walls making the end of it. Nor any roof. The space was pitch black, but even if she could see nothing, she could hear her own footsteps as if the sound of them were thrown back at her.
A booming laugh roared somewhere about her, and her nerves gave into the fear. Lithillias knees buckled from under, and she clawed a hold of the ground whimpering.
"You can not escape, nowhere will be safe for you." Taunting, teasing, booming... The voice knew where she was, and the chuckle it made grew in strength and she pressed her self even further into the ground. The kamael whispered out a prayer. "Gods, whom ever hear my plea, I will willingly serve thee who gives me aid in this time of need." The voice boomed again before growling at her. "You have no gods to pray to for aid little bug. You were not created by the likes of them." "Leave me alone!" her outcry was weak and sounded like the scared voice of a child. "You where commissioned, crafted, made to fit a purpose... But you disappoint, you fail... And do you know what a craftsman do with flawed merchandise?" the voice were slippery, and soon snarling down at her. She could feel the weight of it pressing her down and she cried out in a pain that she could not explain. The voice let out a angered hiss, and she could picture sharp teeth gleaming in the dark from a angry expression, but it was all in her mind she saw in fact nothing. "We decommission them....." Lithillia whimpered, dragging her self over the floor. "You are a failure!" Something lifted her up, something she could not feel or see. Her piercing outcry did not stop it, and she felt the wind on her skin as the speed picked up. "You don’t deserve the life given, and you will be ended now. " The sound of flesh tearing, and her outcry switched from that of fear and into pain. Her back hurt, and the warm blood exited from the wound where one of her wing had been. The broken kamael gasped in when there was no more air to voice her pain, and her frame shivered. She was toyed with, like a child with a fly, plucking its wings. A low rumbled laugh chuckled and she dropped to the floor. "You thought you could stray from your path? Did you? Slave?" She clawed her self to cross the floor, away from the invisible threat. "All that power wasted on you! And you fail me after what you had been given..." She crawled into a ball and focused all she could on healing her self, the blood loss making her feel faint and she had to be quick not to die from it. The wound on her back where the wing had been closed up while the effort made beads of sweat pearl on her forehead, only thing left to speak of the wound was a small scar. "That wont help you now slave..." Something stunned the woman, rendering her unable to move at all. She grew weaker, her strength removed from her. She felt like she was sucked dry, and she wanted to cry, beg for mercy, crawl away... anything to keep her life and end this nightmare. "The power is now revoked from you. You can no longer access it, You will be as weak as the day you opened your eyes for the first time. And soon... soon you will close them for ever." Just before she was ended, she was released. The being apparently liked to torment and torture before finally taking the last of her. Lithillia propped her self up on one arm and elbow, slowly pushing her self up realizing she might not be as lost to where she was as she had first thought. A familiar scent found her nostrils. She had to be under some form of illusion, her senses covered up to mask her from the true location. As she moved the voice just laughed, giving Lithillia a bit more time before her pending doom would take the last of her. The Kamael wobbled over the floor, and in the dark she met a cold smooth surface under her palms. There was a wall here, even if she could not see it, and she recognized now what it was as she had expected to find it now. The broken girl leaned her head on it, uncertain of what view that would be beyond the glass that divided her from the air outside. Maybe they would be over some unknown land, or no land at all. Always on the move, never on the same place for long... but what ever was under them, it would give her a different fate, or that of her own choosing. With the last bit of power and strength she had, she broke the window and flung her self out from it. The outcry that followed her diminished quickly as the distance between her and them grew bigger for each passing second. The dark that clouded her vision was removed from her with an instant, and she could see her surroundings again.
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?
**** Waking up ****
Lithillia gasped loudly. Her silken hair clinged to her forehead, the sweat covering almost all of her body. The details of the dream disappeared just as quickly as she managed to get out of it, and she only sat behind with the feeling of a terrible fate in her future. She was in danger, from something she could not remember. Living on borrowed time. Who could save her from this, who could help her to prolong the time she had left? She pursed her lips as she exhaled, her palms rubbing over her face. Her elder... He would surely be interested in keeping her alive. If she swore to serve him and his interest... He had to keep her safe... Lithillias lips quivered softly and she turned to rest on her side, burrowing her face into the pillow.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 2, 2012 22:53:04 GMT -8
The next morning came and the camp was alive with activity. Sounds of metal striking metal echoed through the camps as blacksmiths mended armor and sharpened weapons. Shouts and hollers came as the soldiers began their morning exercises. Kuros walked through the camp, casually inspecting the work of his men. To the left out in the field he spotted a squad of soldiers practicing their swordplay, each man, he noted synchronized their swings with the one beside him to the point where they all moved swiftly as one. To his right he heard the steady run of an armored platoon with the captain in the lead followed by the standard bearer carrying the crest of the Silver Shield and then came column of knights. Each man saluted their lord as they ran by. Kuros returned the salute and smiled, all in all he was pleased with the sight. Despite of having to pretend being mercenaries they still carried themselves like professional soldiers, strong and disciplined. He continued on moving through the camp, the smells of cooked meat filled his senses. As usual the cook was preparing another masterpiece.
As Kuros made his way to the infirmary his thoughts drifted to the kamael girl and the reports he received from his soldiers regarding last day's incident. He recalled the look Caius had when he questioned the boy before he was allowed to return to the barracks. The boy recalled in vivid detail what he had done and how the kamael reacted. He spoke of her strength with both awe and a hint of fear. The latter Kuros frowned upon as he always drilled into his soldier's heads about showing no fear, no matter how powerful the opponent. Still, if Lithillia struck fear into his heart then that display must have been something, especially since she was wounded. It no longer surprised him why he found her in the condition he did. Speaking of conditions, he wondered how she fared now? He heard no commotion at night nor did the sentries come rushing to his tent to report her missing or anything else regarding her. What was it exactly that he took under his care? Enhanced strength, accelerated healing and a fiery temper to boot. Just what else was this kamael capable of? He supposed he was about to find out.
The tent came into view and he found that he was fast approaching. He paused for a moment infront of the tent flap and prepared himself as best as he could to meet whatever is to come next. He pushed it aside and stepped in. "Good morning, Lithillia." He spoke in a rather pleasant tone.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 3, 2012 9:45:23 GMT -8
Lithillia looked at the visitor from her place in the bed, she was working the comb through her hair with long sweeping motions. She offered him not a smile in greeting, in fact the first look on the face did not seam to belong there at all. The initiate facial expression displayed the tiredness she felt, the lack of sleep visibly and an inkling of terror rested in her orbs. As soon as she could she composed her self, and the normal expression came to her features. She nodded once, with out lowering her gaze, and put her comb down onto the bedside table. She settled into the tower of pillows keeping her up, smoothing out a few folds on the covers waiting for him to enter and come forward. Like a princess allowing an audience, she sat there, and greeted him then with words. "Good morning Sir Stormblade." At least she was being polite. She had her own shirt on, but the rest of her clothes was draped over a chair. There was no need for her to be fully clothed now as she had been resting in bed, and the sheets covered her body otherwise. The sounds from outside was heard even in here, but muffled due to the tent walls. Again she renewed her respect for him, owning the understanding that he led these men she heard working hard. She did not wait for him to ask for her well being, he had sent the healers for her again so she assumed he did care for it. "They say I am fine. Better than before I lost the feelings in my legs." Lithillia spoke with the hollowed voice, and it demanded to be heard even if she spoke in a normal tone. "They say that I am suffering from hysteria..." She rolled her eyes, not believing the fact. "I keep telling them that I /cant/ walk, and I wonder if they are not competent to make the right diagnose...." Yes, she blamed them. She could not suffer from hysteria, not in her body not in her mind. That would just be degrading, weak and she would not hear of it. Not that she enjoying being lame from her waist down, that was too a weakness, rendering her helpless and immobile. She didn’t like the situation at all, and the dream from the night still stirred in the back of her mind. The kamael looked at the human. She waited for his explanation to this.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 3, 2012 11:47:59 GMT -8
Kuros paused when he laid eyes on the Kamael. Her face held a neutral expression but it did very little to hide the fatigue and....fear in her eyes? The took a few slow steps towards and then to the side of the bed. His mind pondered the reasons for that, there was still so much he did not know about the girl and her hot temper did not make things easy, neither did the facade he forced himself to play. He waited for a moment, watching her groom herself before she set the comb down onto the table beside the bed. He watched her settle herself before she finally greeted him. Just like a Princess He mused. "Good morning Sir Stormblade." Her voice was polite today. Good morning, your highness. His thoughts shot a quick reply in return. He was going to ask her how she was doing but it appeared she already read his thoughts, or atleast his intention and went about explaining everything.
"They say I am fine, better than before I lost the feelings in my legs." Well that was a relief, though he already expected that. Judging from what he saw yesterday she was doing MUCH better, her abilities to heal were remarkable and for a short moment his green orbs reflected the awe when he looked at her. "They say I am suffering from hysterical." He noted that she did not like the idea of such a diagnosis. However, his men had good judgment and he did not handpick them himself so that they would fail in their job. The way the kamael looked and that look of terror he saw earlier could very well have been a symptom of it. "I kept telling them that I can't walk, and I wonder if they are not competent to make the right diagnosis..." The rest Kuros didn't really bother to hear, of course they made the right diagnosis. "Lithillia..." He began gently. "You fell from the heavens and crashed into the ground like some falling star." He took a seat on one of the chairs beside the bed as he continued to explain her situation to her. "It is a miracle that you still live, nobody should have survived such a fall. Even if it's someone whose skills are remarkable as your own." He looked away from her for a moment, his mind pondering at everything that has transpired. "Tell me, what happened?" He turned to her, his orbs gazing into her crimson ones. "It's alright, I'm not your enemy. If I was I would have let you die when you fell."
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Post by lithillia on Jan 3, 2012 12:09:17 GMT -8
The kamael was pleased to see that he had an reaction to her, the icy gaze made way for something other, and she read it as how she saw it. The inside of her smirked at the silent compliment and it left her in a good mood. Soon after he started to speak he took to sit on a chair, he kept on talking as if he wanted her to understand how lucky she was to have survived. Lith wanted to scoff. She didn’t remember falling, she just remembered waking up in pain why were they still on this falling business? The mind played out the falling sequence from the dream for her and she shuddered, and felt the need to cast the reaction aside and act brave. So what, she wanted to say, but let him carry on. When he again asked of what had happened she got the urge to flop back and pull a pillow over her own head. She didn’t want to answer him that, she could not answer him. "I better tell my Elder first... and let him decide if you ought to know." She gritted her teeth and had not moved a muscle in her posture. If he was to push her any further on the matter... well she didn’t know what she would do then. "Surely you understand?" No, no no, her voice was not tainted with the tone of a plea, was it? The inside of her shrunk in shame.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 3, 2012 13:03:55 GMT -8
So, she still did not wish to tell him what happened. He looked at her and pondered for a moment. She was hiding something she didn't want him to know, he pieced everything together, from the terror to the fiery attitude and the look of humiliation whenever he pointed out any flaws she made or any weakness she showed. Kuros understood pride all too well, was it not his sin as well? Whatever happened to her must have shaken her to the core, why else she would resist so much and try to show strength and defiance. "I better tell my Elder first....and let him decide if you ought to know." Those words must have been hard to spit out with the way she gritted her teeth. "Surely you understand?"
Kuros nodded to her, his eyes closing for a moment as he tipped his head down in acknowledgment. Very well, he would let her hide for now, if that is what she needed to recover from the bruises her ego suffered then so be it. "I understand, Lithillia." He spoke and got off the chair. "I will have breakfast sent to you momentarily along with paper, ink and quill." He made his way to the exit in his usual manner, this time he did not look back. "I will come to collect in midday. In the mean time I suggest you take the time to rest some more and heal."
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Post by lithillia on Jan 3, 2012 13:18:34 GMT -8
She let out a sigh of relief when he exited. That was short lived, the torment of questions she had braced her self for never came. Lith squinted her eyes as she wondered why he had given in so easily. Was he as virtuous as he seamed to be, so honorable? Surely it had been to easy. Suspicious as she was, she praised her self for good judgment in keeping her secret safe away from him. She hoped that her Elder would give her some answers, because she desperately needed council.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 3, 2012 17:02:24 GMT -8
Lithillia sat with the feathered quill in her hand. The paper was placed on a hard surface in her lap so she could pen the letter. But what would she write? She leaned back carefully not to spill the ink and she focused her thoughts on the task. Idly she brushed the feather over her lips, and her face become still and stoic. When the words she had formed in her mind were as she wanted them she broke her pose. The pen danced over the paper, leaving behind black trail making letters and words. And she wrote this:
My elder, the wise and just, I write to you in a time of need.
I find my self in a difficult situation, and I don’t know how I came to be here. I woke up broken and in pain. Surrounded of nothing but sand and nothing more than my life to show for. When I could not stand the pain any longer, darkness found me, but the fate would have me to live, and I was saved by the Silver Shields and their Lord Dachande Stormblade. If not for them I am unsure of how I would have managed to …
She lifted the quill. Managed to what? Live? Go on? Return to service? … yes. She continued to write:
... managed to return to service. I am told I was seen falling from the sky, surviving the impact with the ground almost as if it was favored by the gods. But all I can do is to trust their words, for I cant remember any of it. My mind has lost my memories. My name, my past, all is gone. I have not yet revealed this to my..
she lifted the quill again uncertain of what word to use. Savior...? No not at all. My god sent? She shook her head as if to answer her own thoughts. In fact, he was not /her/ anything, but now she had already written the word so she had to come up with an appropriate continuance. Lithillia made a face and just penned the word in mind before she could stop her self. It was only a word, and it might gain him favor if she spoke well of Dachande. That would be how she would thanked him, for what he had done for her.
...this to my luminary Lord who shelters me. I do not know if it is wise to say anything yet, and this I too seek your council. Should I trust him?
I hope for you, my grace, to find it in your time to help me, and in return I will put my self to your disposal. Help me find back to service, help me set goals and grow in power.
And so I sign, the name given to my self, Lithillia, your willful servant.
That had to do it. If he was her elder, he deserved any respect she could give, though she did squirm a bit if anyone else would see how she had formed the words to bring her story to the elder. She promised to her self that no one, no one... would ever see her bow down to anyone. She would rather die. Though her pain was not for the elder, only for any other lowly being. For she understood from Caius's words, and Dachande's stare, that she had to be special. And with that she found some peace. She folded the paper, and sealed it with the wax and the borrowed stamp, marking it a letter from the Silver Shield. She hoped it would be received swiftly, the masquerade was so hard to keep. How could she continue to keep the secret if /he/ would keep asking the question.
No matter. She would try her best, her life might depend on it.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 3, 2012 21:31:15 GMT -8
***Some time later at the Silver Shield Command Tent***
"Hmmm....so what do you think?" Kuros spoke as he sat across the table from a black robed wizard. "Have a look for yourself, my Lord." The hooded man spoke in tone of indifference. "The spell has been completed as you requested, you should be able to see her now." He motioned to a bowl full of fresh blood. The man dipped his index finger and swirled the liquid around while chanting a few words of power. Kuros leaned in and watched in silence. He took a great risk by summoning one of his black wizards to the camp but he had to know what the Kamael was hiding from him. He had to make sure she was of no threat to him or his operation here on Talking Island. Too much has been invested into the mercenary facade already and he couldn't have their secret blown out to the open.
At first there was nothing but a glossy smooth surface, then there was a ripple as if the liquid was disturbed by movement. Then slowly the image began to form itself. He saw Lithillia sitting with the feathered quill in her hand and a paper supported on a hard surface. He watched her lean back as if in thought and both the Dark Lord and wizard waited a moment. Then came the moment when she wrote, the ink showing up like blue flame on paper through the spell to make it more visible to those who observed. Each word became as clear as day. Kuros' eyes scanned from left to right as the Kamael continued to write, he devoured the information with the gaze of a starving wolf and smiled. Then, suddenly she stopped and Kuros gave the wizard a questioning look. "She is unaware of this, my magics have ensured of that." Came a silent reply from the robed man. The Dark Lord nodded and continued to gaze on, again he read what she wrote and another smile graced his lips. Luminary Lord, how amusing. He could see just how much she would squirm if she ever had to call him that to his face. Not in a million years he would have guessed. The scene continued on until she finally finished that letter, then the image faded to black. The spell expired, the blood fully spent leaving a trail of black smoke that smelled of sulfur. "Was that to your satisfaction, my Lord?" The wizard asked as he dismissed the bowl with a wave of his hand. "You did your duty well." The Dark Lord's eyes fell on the wizard suddenly. He could not show weakness or any other emotions to his kind, the followers of Gran Kain were as capricious as their deity and would turn on anyone that showed such. "You may return to your studies once more." "Of course my Lord, as always I am at your service." The black wizard stood up and bowed before his Dark Lord. "May Gran Kain's shadow shroud you from from your enemies." And with that simple phrase the wizard was gone.
Kuros leaned back into his chair and clasped both of his hands together before resting his chin on them in deep thought. So, even you don't know how all this came to be. I'm no longer surprised why you resisted so much. How can one answer a question that they don't know the answer to? He couldn't blame the kamael either, he would have done the same thing. Now what to do with her? He could use the information against her to bind her to him, but that would also be risking his reputation that he so carefully built. No, not yet, he decided he would wait and see how this would all play out. He would learn about her first and if worse came to worst he could have her have an unfortunate accident.
"Guardsman!" He called out to his own tent sentries. "Yes, my Lord?" A voice came from the entrance of his tent as a silver armored knight showed up. Kuros turned to look at the man. "Have a courier sent to the infirmary to collect our guest's letter, then have it delivered to Kekropus." "At once my Lord." The man saluted and dismissed himself knowing full well that his lord was finished with him. Well, things have become more interesting. Let us see what happens next. It is your move, my winged friend. Kuros mused and smiled once more.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 4, 2012 13:29:26 GMT -8
Lithillia had pulled the covers to the side, and looked now down at her light colored legs. She sat there, staring, waiting for something to happen. Just move, come on... Her gaze grew more intensely trying to will her limbs to move with just the force of her strong will. When nothing happened she grabbed then a hold of her knee and pulled it up so the naked leg rested on the heel, when she let go she could only witness helplessly that it fell down to the side. The rage she felt bubbled in her gut, it rose and found its way up her throat and when she was just about to voice her frustration she was interrupted by a throat clearing. "Yes?" she snapped, her irritation over the leg tainting the word spoken. "May I enter, Ma'am?" Oh gods... what now? She covered her self quickly, and made sure the fallen leg was put back in its place to lie next to the other. "Yes." she said again, and there was barely any difference to her tone. A man entered the infirmary, and made his way over to her with quick steps. He politely held his gaze to the floor, as his visit had barely been announced, and gave her time to make her self presentable. Lithillia made no more effort to do so, finding her self well suited to accept visitors. The Currier stopped at her bed, and then he lifted his eyes to her as he bowed down. Dachande's men was polite, she noted, and gave a court nod back to him. As he saw her, he took his greeting further. The look he gave her quirk a brow. The expression on his face could be read as if he asked him self if his bow had been a less of a greeting for her, and he went to a knee as if the movement had belonged right after the bow. His head lowered even further, one hand placed to his chest, the other held down to the floor. … my god... She thought stunned. "My Lady. I have come to collect the letter you wanted to send on to the town, to the Master Kekropus." "Stand." she ordered, and as if she had made magic he rose to his feet. Huh... she mussed, she could get use to this. Lithillia brought the letter from the little drawer in the table beside her bed, and held it out to him with one direct movement. He reached out for it as well, but just before he could take it, she bowed her arm at the elbow holding the letter to the heavens. "I must express how vital it is that no one than the Elder Kekropus are to read this. Do you understand?" She could only guess how difficult it was for him to meet the demand in her eyes, but he was well trained, looking at her as the tone of her voice had demanded. "Absolutely, My Lady. Unquestionably." She liked that it had changed from ma'am to my lady, she could have purred of happiness. "I don’t deal well with disappointments." She warned him. "I do trust you will keep it safe..." "I will honor your trust, and not disappoint you." He bowed again, keeping him self up from the ground this time. "Excellent, I will tell of your eagerness to execute your task to your Master." She leveled out her hand again with elegance and he took letter to his care, placing it in his bag for safekeeping. Again he bowed, and stepped back one step before turning around to go on about his mission. The kamael smiled like a fat cat when the man had left the tent, and she was unable to keep the chuckle from escaping her. She leaned back onto the pillows and stretched her arms up before placing them behind her head. Her chuckle brought with it laughter, and she let it out closing her eyes and sank down into the bed. This meeting had been too amusing, it had to mean it would be a good day.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 4, 2012 22:49:39 GMT -8
***Next Morning - Silver Shield Camp Outskirts***
He danced through the morning mist, his twin blades trailing crimson when he slashed through the air. His sun gold hair whipped around him when he came out from the midair spin and landed gracefully with one blade folded behind him and the other slashing down at the ground. The light breeze felt cool on his bare skin, the moisture of the mists only adding to the effect. He dragged the blade back slowly and brought it back up to hold it horizontally at chest level with the tip pointing outward. Kuros closed his eyes, focusing on the feelings within. His eyes snapped open and the blade dance began. He stepped forward whipping the blade from behind him in an outward arch before thrusting forward with the second blade. His feet moved in accordance to the dance, step by step, forward and then to the side. He drew the blade back and spun once more, both blades twirling in his hands before bringing them forward from opposite sides so that they crossed at an imaginary target's neck and then out once more to finish the beheading.
This dance continued for a good half hour, Kuros executed a myriad of offensive and defensive moves, with a number of parries and counter attacks. When the last step of the dance came he ducked and completed a low sweeping slash with one blade to take out his opponent's legs. The other blade came down quickly as if to catch that imaginary target in mid fall and pierce the heart before pinning him to the ground. Kuros held that stance for a moment before allowing himself to stand back up. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, and waited for the rhythm of his heart to resume it's slow and steady pace.
He surveyed the surroundings and finally walked over to a suitable place under one of the trees before allowing himself to sit down and cool off.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 5, 2012 9:55:38 GMT -8
The kamael woke up very early that morning, even before the camp had started to stir and start buzzing with sounds. She sat up in bed, pushing her arms down to move the still lame legs back so she could sit. She was not sure what had caused her to wake up, but after a little while she heard a throat clearing again. Her eyes darted to the dark corner where the doorway to outside was, and there she saw someone. "Who is there?" She demanded, not feeling scared the least. If he wanted her harm he would have made sure to not wake her. She was now assuming that who ever it was had cleared his throat for the second time, the first would have been what had waked her up. "My lady, I am sorry for to wake you..." She recognized the voice. It was the messenger, and she waved him closer. "Back already? I trust it went well?" she felt a spinning feeling in her gut. Excitement or nervousness, she concluded. "Yes My lady, the letter was handed to the Master as asked." He said, after standing up from yet another deep to the knee bow. "Good...and?" She understood as much that there was more. He would not have waked her up this early just to tell her that he had done his job. No, there had to be more. The Currier opened up his bag and pulled out an envelope, he gave it to her with no delay. She took it, but did not open it. "It is a reply from the Master, My lady. He, like you expressed the importance of the letter. This is why I did not wait for later to give it to you." "Thank you," she offered her words to him kindly, and nodded a court bow in return to his. "You have executed the task to much satisfaction, I will see to that you are given what you deserve." "Thank you, My lady, but I did only my job. Anything less than this and I would be deemed a failure." "Very well." she said, and ended their conversation. He stepped back and went back out quietly. Lithillias hand would almost tremble, and the nightmare from the past night played in her mind. She needed this to be good news, for she wanted not to die. If there was any truth to her dream, she would most desperately need aid. She shifted around to light the candle by her bed for to more easily read the letter, but her movement caused the letter to fall to the floor. She cursed as she saw it land several feet away from the bed, out of her reach. Lith stretched as far as her body would allow, one hand keeping her self in the bed, whilst the other clawed after the desired object. Even if her limbs were stretched to the limit, and some beyond, she was nowhere close to reach, and she sat back and huffed. Stupid legs. What was wrong with them anyway? The healers had said that she suffered from hysterical lameness, that only she could unlock them on her own. That she somehow kept them this way, so she would not have to deal with what seamed difficult to her. THIS is difficult, she protested silently. To sit here and be good for nothing... All she needed, they said, was to believe she could. Right now she was to focused on that she could not move them, and her mind made it to real. The kamael scoffed, but kept looking at the letter on the floor. She wanted to read it, she wanted it... She pulled her legs over the edge, forced by her hands, and then lowered her self down to the floor. If someone came in now... she shuddered not wanting to even picture it, and dragged her self over the floor and picked up the piece of paper. She gathered her self, taking a deep breath and then undid the envelope and took out the note. It read:
My young and mostly distressed Lithillia.
To read of your troubles sends worry to my heart. We cant have one of our own to suffer this way. I will see you as soon as you arrive after getting this reply, and I will gladly give you council when you do. Bring the Lord Stormblade with you, I need a word with him as well.
Safe travels to you both.
-signed- Kekropus.
That was short... She had not know what to expect, but in the essence she was saw her self as saved. She folded the paper back into the envelope and then stiffened. She had to tell Dachande at once. They were expected to arrive shortly after this letter was presented. Meaning they ought to leave to day, and she did not want the Elder to wait for her to come. There was no one around, if they were she would have heard them or they would have presented them self to her. Lithillia stood up and went to the flap that made the door. She halted. By the gods graces... She was standing, she looked down at her feet that now answered to her every will. She stared down at her toes that wiggled. Excellent! That made things so much easier, and she exited the tent and hurried towards the gathered tents. He had to live somewhere there, and she had to find him, now. Her bare feet moved fast over the ground, and the sheer joy of being able to, made her chuckle. The air felt soothing on her skin, flowing over her like she was welcomed to join it to play in the wind. She had no time for it, but she welcomed the touch as the days second great gift to her. The sun was on its way to rise, and the display of it made her stop and watch. The colors was strong and vibrant, chasing away the night and the dark. She was about to sigh at the sight, when something else that caught her eyes. She saw him, recognizing the blond hair and that it belonged to Dachande. Finding him had been most easy, and she made her way over to him where he practiced his arts at the outskirts. The letter was secure in her hand as she stopped near a tree to wait for him to finish, and watched him carefully as he preformed his training with perfection. Lithillia stood there a good fifteen minutes before he came towards her and the few trees near, he did not notice the kamael, seaming focused on something else entierly. She waited for him to sit down, and then she stepped forward and stood at his side looking down. "Good morning." In the good mood the letter and ability to walk had given her, she smiled down at him, and before he could say anything she handed out the letter she had been given.
Though in her eager, and rushed departure from the infirmary, she had forgot that she wore her shirt and underclothes only. Her shirt reaching just far enough down to cover her panties.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 5, 2012 13:11:04 GMT -8
Kuros rested against the tree trunk with his eyes closed. He enjoyed the moment of solitude, in an odd way it made him feel at peace with himself, it felt good to get away from everyone once in a while. He found the feeling odd though, his natural place was always the battlefield. The thrill of battle, the anticipation of his enemies attacks and his own actions to counter them always brought that adrenaline rush that gave him that sense of euphoria. much like the sword dance he just performed.
His moment of peace and quiet was disturbed however and the Dark Lord got caught unaware by the sudden appearance of the Kamael, or rather her pleasant voice. "Good morning." His head snapped to the side suddenly, much like that of a serpent whose attention was caught by movement. His eyes suddenly widened and he noted three things, first, there was a pair of long, pale and shapely legs in his view, second they were a mare foot or two away from his face and third he could see the person's underwear from his point of view. His gaze traveled up automatically to take in the rest of the image. Curved hips, and a fully developed female frame covered by a shirt. Wait! That shirt was familiar, he then noted the single white wing, the crimson eyes, white hair and pointed ears. Lithillia! His mind screamed. He half snorted and half choked as he jerked his head back. Long blond hair flailed when he shook his head to get the cobwebs out of his mind. He didn't even get a chance to shout out a what the hell! before the letter was thrust right into his face.
He scolded himself for allowing himself a moment's peace, how idiotic he must have looked. To have him look like a lost fool and her standing over him, especially this close. This is stupid. He took the letter from her and stood up and away from her for proximity purposes. Once everything was at a state of homeostasis he allowed himself to focus on the kamael once more. "Hmm...so you have found the strength to walk once more." He spoke and read the letter nodding. "Perfect timing too." He looked at her again and handed her letter back. "We shall be leaving after we eat breakfast." He paused regarding her appearance. "And after you get yourself into some clothing, unless of course you want every male staring at you when we make our trek to see the Heirarch."
((OOC and just for shits and giggles I was listening to this when the idea popped up for the scene where he looked at her.))
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Post by lithillia on Jan 5, 2012 14:28:28 GMT -8
Lithillia did not mind his look, and found his reaction funny... until it was pointed out how she was actually dressed. The thoughts she had raced to her mind so quickly they had no time to come to her facial expression. The chill came first, then the sickening feeling of embarrassment. She could not recollect having felt this exposed in her life. For this short few seconds her heart stopped, and she was numbly wondering if she was dying. When would the next beat come? The only thing that came to her outside, was the soft flinch, and half blink of her eyes when she came back from the initial shock. "Yes... Of course. Right away." Her hands moved to the lower edge of her shirt, pulling it down, as far as it would go with out the buttons to pop open. "I was just eager to share the news...." The kamael turned around and ran as fast as she could keeping her shirt down.
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Post by Kuros on Jan 5, 2012 14:48:22 GMT -8
Kuros watched her go, for all the feeling of shame and anger directed at himself he found that the kamael suffered just as much embarrassment as he did for staring. His lips curled to form a smile, which then turned into laughter. Hah! I got you afterall! He mused with a wide smile of victory on his face and went on to gather his equipment before making his way slowly back to the camp.
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Post by Olorae on Jan 5, 2012 15:04:02 GMT -8
((Is it too early to say "I told you so!"?))
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Post by Kuros on Jan 5, 2012 15:12:39 GMT -8
((don't get too comfy with that just yet))
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Post by lithillia on Jan 5, 2012 15:53:41 GMT -8
She had managed to get her self back to her safe place at the infirmary, not many had been awake yet, just the odd pair here and there. The ones who had caught the sight of her would have stared, and she could not blame them either. She shut the tent flap violently, unable to curse from the restraint for not to cry. In her freaking underwear?! Really?! She started shaking now, the reactions to the painfully, horrifying, soul pinning embarrassment made its apperance... Lithillia bit her jaws close, blinking her eyes quickly, not allowing them to let go of even one drop of tear. She balled her fists, and wanted to hurl what ever was right next to her across the room. She let her eyes surveyed the room for something suitable, and that was when she noticed the clothes on the bed. She hurried over the floor with small steps, hands still on the edge of the shirt, and she looked down at the cloth. The colors were in different brown dirt tones, and gray. Slowly, as she sat down, did she pick up the first piece. A shirt in a very pale beige tone, more body shaped than the one she had on now. Even if her mind raged over the blunder she had made, she unbuttoned her shirt, and put the new on. It felt nice, and it fit like it had been tailored for her body. The next piece was a pair of knee long, darker brown, pants, and they too fit like they had been painted onto her form. Lithillia found then a gray vest, embroided with pale and dark brown stitches, different forms and shapes. It looked elven to her, and as she thought that she just noticed she had remembered something new. She remembered the different races now, and she could place Kuros in under a man of the human race. Interesting.. she pondered while putting the vest on. Was it so that her memory would come back slowly but certain? She swallowed, again haunted by the memory of the dream. Did she want to remember? She was not sure... not sure at all. The boots was in the same dark brown color as the pants, but leather. They reached up to a bit over her knee, and the heels were not to tall, just the right height for it to be comfortable and functional. She looked at her self in the mirror. She looked good, of course, and she put her hair up into a ponytail again, so it was easier to deal with. The kamael, picked up her old shirt. Staring at it as if it was the source of her embarrassment. How could she have gone out with just this on? Her lip quivered and she pressed the cloth to her face. She could see his face as if she was still standing next to him. He had /seen/ her... like that!! He was probably laughing still, finding her ridiculous and.. and... Lithillia pulled the cloth away from her head, and tore it apart. It was STUPID! Stupid stupid stupid! She kept on tearing it until it was just small strips of white soft cloth and she tossed the mass to the floor. Her chest buffed as she breathed heavily, barely containing a loud outcry. When she could not be angry with the strips of old shirt, she tried to breath in calmly, but doing so she only let out a little gasp, and it stung all the way down her throat until it spread all out in her chest. It felt like it burned its way through out her and she sank down to sit on the bed once more. Her back was to the doorway, sloping down and she had to rest her head in the palms to not fall forward. Never ever again...
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Post by Kuros on Jan 5, 2012 21:45:21 GMT -8
Kuros leaned back sighing as he relaxed in the hot bath that was prepared for him. Surprisingly he felt in a lighter mood today. The workout and then the bit of entertainment at Lithillia's expense was a welcome distraction from the past few days of having to argue with her. That and of course he finally acquired some information on what happened with her, it wasn't much but it was enough. Hopefully the Heirarch would shed some insight, or better yet, take her off his hands so he can finally get back to work. His thoughts went back to the letter for a moment as he recalled the words of the Heirarch.
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My young and mostly distressed Lithillia.
To read of your troubles sends worry to my heart. We cant' have one of our own to suffer this way. I will see you as soon as you arrive after getting this reply, and I will gladly give you council when you do. Bring the Lord Stormblade with you, I need a word with him as well.
Safe travels to you both.
-signed- Heirarch Kekropus.
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More like a dearest pain in the ass. He smirked at the introduction. He wondered if the Heirarch even knew what the spoiled princess was really like. Were all Kamael like her? His thoughts again went to the one he faced off with at Anghel Waterfall, she too was stuck up, though she had enough gall to actually pick a fight. He would have destroyed her, he should have but as luck would have it, atleast in her case, Nileha somehow prevented him from ripping her heart out of her chest. He himself did not understand why the panther would want her spared, somehow his other self had something to do with it. No matter, he did not care, he got what he wanted afterall. The binding seal that was Dachande shattered and the power held within him was once more returned to its rightful owner. Let the wretch remain miserable in the state he left her in.
Kekropus, how there is something he did not expect. To have an audiance with the leader of her people. Those humans, before all this disaster happened, who met the Heirarch spoke highly of him and the kamael and with respect at that. He was a man of power, and if there was one thing that Kuros respected and understood, it was power. He wondered how the meeting would go, what the Heirarch would say. He hoped Lithillia would atleast behave herself.
Kuros finished bathing, and after drying himself off he got dressed in his formal attire. He secured his blade to his belt and looked in the mirror to make sure he was presentable. Satisfied, he left the tent and made his way to the infirmary. "My lord." The tent sentry placed an arm over his chest and dipped his head down slightly. "At ease guardsman." Kuros nodded once to let the man resume his relaxed stance. "How is she?" The man would have grinned but he tried to keep a stone cold face. "She didn't say a single word when she went back to the tent. My guess, from the look on her face and the way she was dressed, not all that great." The man spoke in a flat tone but allowed himself to grin when he saw his lord do the same. "Very well," Kuros spoke with the grin widening. "Carry on." "Yes, my lord." The soldier saluted once more and relaxed once Kuros passed him by.
Yes, Kuros decided, this morning was entertaining indeed. He took a few steps towards the entrance to the tent and paused for a moment. He considered just shouting out to her to let her know breakfast was ready but this was the last day she would spend here so he would see her one more time and cherish the look she had on her face. He straightened, resumed his neutral look of indifference on his face and reached for the tent flap. He whipped it back without warning and entered. "Breakfast is ready, I'm ready when you are." His tone was sharp and militaristic. He kept a casual stance as if the events from the morning just never happened.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 6, 2012 6:43:57 GMT -8
His voice and entrance made her jump, and her hands moved over and from to her face quickly. "I am ready now." she said monotone. "Let us get this over with." Even if she did not know that he wanted her out of there, she wanted to be out of there more than that. A second more this camp would just be too long, and she could not wait to be with her own kind and someone that could understand what she was going through. Who did he think he was anyway? Her silent critique of him was well deserved, but not for the reasons she gave to his character. Little did she know of who he was, and what he was capable of. She saw him as polite... yes... but also arrogant in his own way. She could see it, like now when he tried to act like nothing. No one was so honorable that they would go to such lengths to protect her from the embarrassment. Would he? The more she thought of it, she could not really pin down any very bad traits onto his person, and this irritated her more. She was sure he had laughed behind her back on her expense, that he found her amusing for all the wrong reasons. But she had no evidence to this. She sat still now with her back straight and face growing ever more composed. She would not let him see the few tears she had shed for this event, and hoped there was no trace of them to see. Lithillia stood then finally, turning around wanting to look past him but she got surprised seeing him in his formal attire. Her eyes moved of him quickly and found a spot on the far end of the room. "After you."
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Post by Kuros on Jan 6, 2012 7:20:23 GMT -8
The trek to the food line was uneventful, and breakfast even more so. Kuros did not speak to Lithillia after taking her from the tent and neither did she speak to him. There was tension in her he noted, the silence between them was evidence enough. He did not know what the woman was thinking right now nor did he care for that matter, she wasn't his problem. The fact that he was returning her to be among her own kin after tending to her injuries was enough of a deed to gain recognition with the right people. That is all that mattered and with the way she spoke earlier it seemed that she was just as eager to leave the camp as he was to getting rid of her.
When breakfast was finished they both made their way to the stables, they were greeted by the stable master who prepared two fine steeds for the pair. Kuros praised on the man's dedication to his work and how well the steeds were taken care of and then they were off. The ride to the main city square was quiet as well. The scenery passed him by and Kuros showed no reaction to any of it. When they reached the main square he dismounted and lead both mounts to the stables while still giving enough courtesy to allow the kamael remain seated. Only when they reached the stable master did he wait for her to dismount. He paid the man in advance for taking care of the horses and then looked toward the stairs leading to a large building. "This way lady, we are almost there." Kuros spoke and waited for Lithillia to move on before he stepped in beside her to begin his escort.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 6, 2012 10:34:42 GMT -8
Lithillia unmounted as they had arrived, and her eyes followed his to the large stairs that led up to their final destination. Around her she could see all kinds of beings wandering, doing errands, gathering their things for business or preparing for adventure. She had to close out most of this, because she could not manage it all. Her palms grew sweaty and she opened them up from the clenched fists so the air would dry them of. The kamael walked by the side of Dachande, in silence, and kept a close watch around her nearest proximity. Just as they reached the steps, she made a halt. Something was following her. She looked over her shoulder, barely turning her body at all, seeing one of those short people that ran around and made a fuss. Children, her mind corrected her, probably a human child. It was hard to tell when the proportions was all wrong. She stared down at it. "Can I touch your wing?" The little boy lisped up at her with big green eyes. Just the color of them made her dislike the child right away, the reminded of Dachandes. "No." She answered plainly, but as she turned to begin her climb up the stairs the child continued. "Please! My hands are not dirty." Lith glanced back down at it, and most others would probably give in to the barely 6 year old child. His face was beautiful for his kind, eyes alert and sparkling, but all Lith could do was to stifle a shudder. "No..." She turned again, having enough with the child already, and as she was to take a step forward she felt something tug her wing. Her eyes widened even more, and she turned slowly, moving the wing so it would allow her to with out tearing the feather out from its place. "It is so soft and pretty!" the child praised the experience of the touch. The kamael would feel like her innards was boiling. IT was /touching/ her. A devilish thought came to Lith, and she wanted to bow down and whisper to the boy, asking him if he wanted to know how it was to fly. But she kept from it, and turned back to face the stairs while giving Dach a short glance. As she did, her wing shot out, knocking the kid back making him fall over. The pain of having her wing feather torn out was the price of her act, but it felt worth it. She stared forward and just before she put her foot to the first step, she said in a monotone voice. "Oops..."
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Post by Kuros on Jan 6, 2012 12:43:54 GMT -8
Kuros paused a few steps ahead of the kamael as he too felt they were being trailed by someone. "Can I touch your wing?" He turned at the voice and saw the green eyed kid make a request of his winged companion. Kuros waited and said nothing, he watched to see how Lithillia would handle this. "No." The answer came plainly from the kamael and she turned to climb the stairs once more. "Please! My hands are not dirty." Kuros found the child persistent and quite a bit amusing. Was he not the same way when he himself was younger? He smiled slightly. "No..." Again the kamael responded with a denial of the request and turned her back to the child once more. Mistake. Came Kuros' thoughts just as he saw the child reach out and tug at the wing. "It's so soft and pretty!" The child praised the experience of the touch, his big green eyes sparkling. Pretty, is she truly? Was even a child able to tell such a thing that he himself would not admit? He was afraid of such thoughts, he was afraid because in truth he wanted to kill everything that he once was when he lived the lie as a Knight of Einhasad. Every teaching he received from the priests was a lie, and when on that one day he found out the truth he shut himself and everything that was related to that lie off. You will regret those words, this little rose has some nasty thorns. And as if on cue to those thoughts he saw Lithillia boil over, it was comical because he could almost picture the steam coming out of her pointed ears. She turned suddenly to face him, her crimson eyes meeting his own green ones. Her wing shot out, much like it did at the tent albeit with a much lesser amount of force. The kid flew some distance, but not before Kuros caught sight the single pinion in his little hand. The kamael started forward towards him once more. "Oops..." Her monotone voice seemed to be directed at him.
Kuros shifted his gaze slightly as if to roll his eyes. "If you're done terrorizing the local children can we move on now?" He was rewarded with a venomous gaze and she just strided past him up the stairs. He waited a moment and turned to watch the kid get up without any trouble. Brave lad, well done. Kuros gave the kid a thumbs up and a wink when Lithillia was not watching. Then the kid just ran off to his friends waving the pinion in the air with a victorious smile on his face.
The rest of the climb went rather quietly, Lithillia seemed to be too winded up to exchange any words with him regarding the event and for now he thought it would be best to leave her be. He didn't want her all flustered when the time to meet the Heirarch came. "Ahh...there you two are." A voice came from the side. Kuros turned and recognized the old man Pantheon. "Come along, the Heirarch has been expecting you." He watched Lithillia step forward and he too moved in to follow behind her. "The Heirarch will see the Lady Lithillia. Lord Stormblade, I'm afraid you will have to wait here." Kuros looked at the old man and gave him a respectful nod. "Understood." His tone of voice was all formal and befitting a soldier. He turned on his heel in midstride and stepped off to the side to inspect some statues in the hall. "Good luck." It was all he said to the passing kamael female, he did not turn to face her.
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Post by lithillia on Jan 6, 2012 14:56:42 GMT -8
Lithillia simply moved past Dachande, his wish for good luck did not get any response at all. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, curios to what would happen next, and to who this elder was. So far she had not seen any of her own kind in town, and she almost felt sick with every step closer. She followed the man who had come to greet her, and through the halls and corridors he took her until she was placed in front of a big door. She was told to wait here, and soon she would be let in for her council. The Kamael waited as asked, standing almost perfectly still breathing shallowly. When the door finally opened she was welcomed in by some sort of servant, she bowed her head in greeting and walked into the big wide room. She saw him immediately, his almost regal robes, and his formidable wing and he greeted her with a smile. His red orbs, so alike her own, met hers and the proud and willful Lithillia knelled deeply, head bowed and her palms to the floor. She was struck with the awe of seeing him, her own reflection paling in comparison, and for a moment she regretted being so full of her self. "Lithillia... Please stand." He moved closer to her, and she could not find it in her mind to move her body to stand. Kekropus lowered down an arm, and help her stand by lifting her up. "You are indeed a young one, fear me not, I am here to help." His voice was calm, tainted by the patience he had accumulated over the long life he have had. She got to her feet by his help and she felt like a child near a father. "So tell me everything that have happened to you, everything you can remember." He guided her over to one of the two chairs that stood near a big window, and as soon as they had made them self comfortable, she began to tell him /everything/.
**** Some time later, after the council. ****
She left the room, feeling both better and worse. She held a letter to hand to Dachande, and she absolutely dreaded to give him this, and she most certainly did not want to be there when he read it. He was standing right outside where she had left him, and she went right up to the human and held out the letter. "This is for you." She only held her eyes on his for a few seconds and then she turned to look out over the masses of people."I will go about the town, see if I find a few things I need... I will meet up with you later." She gave him a nod, and moved fast away as if she was fleeing the scene of a crime. She did not want to hear what he had to say, and she did not care if he had questions to her words. Lithillia needed some time to her self, to take in the new arrangement, and would do so by spending some of the money she had been given by the Elder. The kamael hurried into the biggest crowd she could find, hoping it would mask her from the eyes of Dachande, and she never turned around to see if he was looking after her.
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