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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: September 5, 2015, 9:58 pm
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[center]His words brought a cocky smile to her face, putting on
a playful front when inside her head she was utterly shocked. “I
must be something special,” Chiara mused, the smile on her face
faltering for a brief moment. Why Rujin told her so much about
him was a mystery. He made an effort to isolate himself from
everyone else, but with Chiara it felt like he was making an
effort to do the exact opposite.
Rujin was right. The thought hadn’t floated around her head yet,
but now that it was brought to her attention she couldn’t help
but to dwell on it. The amount of people they passed when they
turned off the main road was low, extremely so. And the closer
they got to the little building the less people they saw until
it was just them roaming the streets. Being around people made
her nervous, a fact that Rujin was already well aware of, but
Chiara also hated being alone – something that hasn’t changed
despite her many years of traveling alone.
Her hand reached out for the glass of cold water, hovering
before it with hesitation before she decided on the cup of hot
tea instead. It was then immediately brought to her lips, skin
prickling at the heat, and a small sip she took. The tea was
hot, it would’ve burned any normal person. But, much like
Rujin’s hot spring, Chiara soon grew to welcome the feeling.
After a second drink the cup was placed back on the counter. She
was just about to rest her chin in her hand when she remembered
the wonderful paint on her face. The sticky sensation was gone
and because her skin normally felt stiff, the stiffness of the
paint was easily forgotten. Instead she rested her arms on the
table, leaning her miniscule weight on them as her eyes took in
what they could.
“Other than what you already know, Rujin, I’m afraid there’s not
much to tell. A turn here, a turn there.” A shrug, index finger
tracing the lip of the cup of tea. “When one wanders they don’t
think of their destination. What led me here was a series of
lucky guesses; however I must admit this was a pleasant
surprise.” Face remained stoic, looking forward towards
Percival, but her eyes glanced over at him. “The longest I’ve
managed to stay in one place with any semblance of… control.” A
blink and her eyes focused once more on the happenings in front
of her; Percival calming stirring whatever concoction of stew he
had in his pot with an easy look in his eyes. Just by looking at
him she could see how peaceful and serene he was – she could see
just how willingly he’d save Rujin’s life and just how difficult
it must have been for Rujin to silence him because of it.
Another drink of tea and Chiara sighed with content, finally
feeling her stomach relax and the smell of Percival’s cooking
becoming delicious. Pink tongue ran across a thin bottom lip at
the thought of it, head cocking to the side as she looked over
at Rujin in a manner similar to that of a child asking
permission. “I’m getting hungry.”
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: September 21, 2015, 9:55 pm
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'You may have to forgive me as I tend to ramble on about
myself... It's been awhile since I have had any form of
communication with another person aside from Percival here. I
blame old age.' Shaking his head, he sipped at the tea, letting
the warmth wash through his body; enjoying the way his stomach
seemed to ease in relaxation, as if the woman beside him shook
up those long dead husks called butterflies.
Perhaps, he reflected, there was some underlying nervousness; a
need to show off all the things he had like some child did to a
new friend, wanting to be accepted and seen as worthy to those
around him. It was an odd thing, he decided, having grown so
used to being isolated from everyone, even Percival at times.
'Perhaps it's what you aren't telling me that makes me curious.
I mean, you've said more than once that you are usually run out
of whatever mode of civilization you find yourself in, but I
shan't pry if you do not wish to speak of it for I understand
that much. Though, I must admit, I am more interested in why you
consider yourself a monster.'
A muted chuckle escaped their host at Chiara's childlike
statement, handing her a bowl of the stew he had been preparing;
a second bowl passed towards Rujin, who set it to the side,
staring at the woman oddly before offering her a small smile and
drained the cup of tea; again, their host filled the cup easily
as soon as it was placed back upon the counter.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: March 1, 2016, 12:15 pm
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[center]“I never said it was bothersome,” Chiara mused with a
soft smile, head tilting to the side to allow her view of his
face. “By all means, continue. Tell me how beautiful I am –
indulge me, Rujin.” It was new to her. The feeling he made her
feeling when he called her beautiful, stirring something inside
of her that she had never known was there. Despite how good it
made her feel, part of her denied it. No one ever called her
that, he had to be joking.
“I don’t think this conversation is one to be had with company.
Though, I’m sure Percival won’t tell a soul.” A brief pause,
pale eyes settling on his face yet not really looking at him.
Even though she was jesting, she didn’t physically acknowledge
it and her face remained stoic. “If you get called something
enough times, you begin to believe it yourself. Their opinion
became my own – it’s better to side with the group, right? Even
if they’re wrong?” Chiara left it at that, soon removing her
gaze from his face and settling it on the wood of the table she
was leaning on. Her sights were soon filled with a bowl of the
stew Percival had been nursing.
Fingers curled around the spoon, scooping a decent amount into
the tiny bowl before bringing it up to her lips. As her jaw
parted the paint began to crack, threatening to flake off her
skin. For some reason, the thought of the paint coming off – of
her mask coming off – was unsettling. To no longer be accepted
into the crowd despite them not knowing what she had done in the
past was something she didn’t wish for. Perhaps, she pondered,
it wasn’t fitting in with everyone else that unsettled her, but
rather not being a part of something that Rujin cared so much
about. Or, perhaps she was just being foolish.
Her appetite was gone just as soon as it came, quite the fickle
thing her cravings were. The spoon was placed delicately back
into its container, however the bowl remained in front of her so
as to not be obvious that she was no longer hungry. Quick to
get whatever attention that may be on her away, Chiara turned on
her seat to face Rujin, a thin leg crossing over the other.
“I’m still waiting, White Fox,” That name felt bitter on her
tongue, he was her Rujin, not White Fox. “Please, tell me how
beautiful I am. Is this paint not befitting of me?” A
grandiose gesture to the intricate swirls on her face made known
her light humor, however fake it may be. [/center]
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: May 24, 2016, 4:51 am
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The former Shadow Marked Warrior nodded in agreement at her
statement; knowing all too well what words did the mind. Words
from people you trusted, words from those you held dear.
Perhaps, though, it was the actions that betrayed the most.
Having been raised in such an environs, White Fox was rather
adept at discerning behavioral patterns; noting most mannerisms,
even to the infliction of speech. Perhaps, however, that was
merely another side effect of his Shadow Mark ability,
heightening his own senses while rendering his targets
completely useless.
He shrugged, mostly to himself and his inward reflection.
How is one to know? A skilled blade could extract the any kind
of information, though it took a keen ear to know the difference
between lie and truth.
As well, White Fox was merely a tool; a broken one at that,
unfeeling of anything beyond his own array of emotions,
carefully guarded and the moment of emotional breach filed away
for studious analyzation. It was his own people that culled him,
making sure his bitterness turned towards revenge, that he
wouldn't raise his children to be like him; to lust for the
blood of his family, either side.
With all that into account, how could he not see the discomfort,
the uneasiness with which she placed her spoon so delicately
upon her bowl? A bowl not yet turned cold, for how quickly
conversation ruins ones appetite for the finer things of life.
Hunger being his only real pleasure in sating.
Food didn't lie, most of the time.
The red hues turned before his body did as he took her face into
consideration, pondering the delicate features of the frozen
woman before him. Several sounds of musings came from his
throat, sounding so much like soft moans, as if pleased with
what he saw; a pleasure that wasn't entirely false.
'I envy the man who tames you one day, Chiara.' He said,
finally, with a gentle smile that bunched up the intricate
tattoos upon his face into a sinister design.
Taking the woman by the hand, he pulled her from the shop,
waving in farewell to his long time friend.
'The night, while old, is still upon us.'
Rujin led her along a few streets that slowly wound outward,
towards the surrounding forest.
Eventually, they'd come to a clearing, small and secluded; the
path there overgrown and riddled with rocks and roots, which
made it uneven. He led her carefully through this, pointing to
where he'd step; murmuring small words of advice as to ease her
trek through the treacherous pathway.
'Many decades past I found myself here; this area not as clear
then. It was perhaps the dawn of my retirement; old enemies
wanting revenge, last minute debts just itching to be paid. I
and two others faced off here, and upon this fateful day, the
moon glared red; a bit cliche, perhaps, in my opinion. While I
drove the two off, the fight ended with this clearing; with the
moon stained.
'Here, however, it remains the same color as it always is;
without, it is tainted by the red mist that flows so freely from
my veins upon this night.'
He looked up, the air growing chill with melancholy; his
thoughts drifting deeper and deeper within themselves. 'You may
stay if you'd like; I cannot fault you either for wanting to
leave, given the story you've told me. One's soul is a restless
thing, rarely setting upon such alightment as mine as taken.
Perhaps it is merely because I am old, eh?'
As he spoke, he sat down; the hardness leaving his face, muscles
relaxing as he allowed his mind to wander, though not too far
lest he forget his guest.
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Hayley Date: May 24, 2016, 8:50 am
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[center]She felt his eyes on her and she resisted the urge to
shift under his gaze, knowing full well he noticed the change in
her appetite. At his words her eyes snapped to his face,
catching his smile with a bated breath. Chiara quickly looked
away, thin brows furrowed. She was just about to say something
when Rujin grabbed her hand and tugged her along. Like most
times, her beginning movements were awkward, but after a few
motions the ice had been cracked and she was soon by his side.
Chiara didn’t question him as he led the way to another
unfamiliar setting. With all that he’s done for her, he had her
trust. That being said, she was concerned when he led her out
of the village and into the trees. Doubt flooded her mind with
only one thought to console her; he wanted her to leave. The
whole while they carefully made their way down the uneven and
unkempt path, Chiara was preparing herself for those
heart-shattering words. But they never came.
The woman remained on her feet after Rujin had seated himself,
looking down at him with furrowed brows. The weight that made
her stomach sink lifted at his words. At least he was offering
her a chance to stay rather than just ordering her to leave. A
soft sigh of relief left her lips, and after mapping out a safe
spot to occupy with her foot, Chiara lowered herself down next
to him. With her petite back flat on the ground, her eyes
looked up at the night sky. Because it was so late in the
night, the moon was peeking out above the line of trees that
surrounded them, and out of the corner of her eye she could see
Rujin’s seated form.
“Why do you think I’d want to leave?” She questioned softly,
gaze settling on the sky. The past days she’s spent in the
village with him have been, dare she say, some of the best days
she could remember. Or, perhaps, she was so deprived of
attention that the second she got even just a little she became
possessive and convinced that there’s something more for her.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Her body was motionless other than the shallow fall and rise of
her chest, and the movement of her eyes as she looked over to
him. Mouth poised to voice another thought snapped shut when
she saw how peaceful he looked, not wanting to disturb him.
Instead, she turned onto her side, back facing him and an arm
folded beneath her head as a makeshift pillow – she couldn’t see
much anyways, so why not stare into the darkness. “A deal,” She
proposed, not moving from her position, “I’ll leave when you
want me to. You’ve given me no reason to leave just yet.” A
hearty pause before Chiara continued, adding a half-baked
thought with a whisper. “I fear, Rujin, that you’re the man
who’s taming me.”
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Re: Village of Harniraia: Home of White Fox
By: Demonreach Date: July 8, 2016, 9:43 pm
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Rujin had rare experiences of tranquility, given he was detached
from everything around him. Indeed, he oft felt himself in a
state of perpetual tranquility but when he felt these moments,
he knew that there was a... numbness within that hardly abated.
With that said, as he stared into the stars; that infinite
blanket of expansive space that stared back so unyielding in its
abyssal darkness, he felt that tranquility; that blissful moment
of peace.
Alas, he sighed, 'I fear that you mistake me, Chiara.'
How did one explain?
'I am unobtainable by anyone, even to those that claim to be
tamed.' The soft sigh misted, though the chill in the air
reached neither person. 'Do not get me wrong, you do me the
honor of saying that; of the intent behind your words. But I am
an eunuch.'
A truth, perhaps, harsh against his own ears; a disability that
he loathed, knowing he'd never be able to give that
satisfaction, so he'd spent years perfecting his repertoire but
one needed a companion in order to perfect social skills and his
only partner was mute.
He chuckled harshly at the absurdity of his circumstances.
'You may stay as long as you need.' Looking at her, he smiled,
offering a wink. 'I am forever at your service.'
Rujin bowed his head towards her before leaning back to watch
the stars once more, that feeling of peace, of tranquility,
encompassing him in an air of melancholy as his thoughts faded
away.
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