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#Post#: 364773--------------------------------------------------
The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 10, 2014, 10:27 pm
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Xamphere slowly walked through the wasteland as the sand
crunched under the weight of his heavy black boots. His eyes
closed as he closely listened to every last crunch that vibrated
through his body. A grin slowly crossing over his lips as two
fangs poked out from his bottom layer of teeth. A slow chuckle
escaping his lips as his eyes slowly opened to expose the pure
scarlet red. Speaking in a soft, calm, tone. “A land barren...
Stripped of all life... It is perfect...”
With that he immediately shot his hands outward with his palms
facing upwards towards the heavens; two large wings shooting out
directly behind of his arms from between his hardened shoulder
blades. The wings black as coal and dripping his deep scarlet
blood from tearing from his flesh. His voice only continuing as
he spoke once more. “Perfect for my new empire... Perfect
for our new empire...”
With that he let out a nearly insane chuckle and began to raise
his hands upwards as the sand began to tremble under his mighty
power. Sending a beacon to all those able to sense such power as
the sand began to levitate around his body. The sand rising high
into the sky only for it to begin spiraling into massive vortex;
hiding his slender form.
Creating a massive pillar of spiraling sand completely around
him only to bring his hands forward and slap them together; the
pillar of sand immediately dispersing outwards. Quickly waves of
sand starting to form into a massive entire and construct giant
walls of stand. Only creating more and more as a massive castle
began to form within the center of these giant barriers. A
blackened castle of solid rock. Only form more and more sand to
flow in and form so much more.
Creating house upon houses within this great new kingdom. Taking
up more and more sand within these walls to make the house and
castle rest merely on solid rock that lay beneath them. A
perfect kingdom guarded by sand and massive walls. Leaving the
only way in and out a giant door that would fall down into the
sand that remained outside of these walls. The sand around the
walls starting to cave in and form a massive hole that
surrounded the stone walls. Water slowly starting to slip
through the solid rock and fill this long hole and form a mote
of pure, shimmering, water under the draw bridge.
It had taken God seven days to form the Kingdom of man, yet, it
had taken him mere minutes to form a monumental kingdom piercing
the sky; spitting in the face of their lord. With that thought
Xamphere slowly knelt down and placed his palm on the solid rock
beneath him; grass and plant life starting to form beneath his
feet and make this kingdom so much more perfect. Beautiful,
even. With his work finally complete his grin only grew wider.
“Come to me now, my brother and sister! Come show this world
that we will always fight their fear and doubts! We will not die
so easily! JOIN ME!” With that a massive shock wave of harmless
energy shot through in repetitive waves and filled the globe.
Sending a signal to those who seek refuge that were able to
sense this. Those who were worthy of refuge.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 11, 2014, 2:22 am
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Xamphere sat in his newly formed throne over watching the new,
beautiful, kingdom he had created. Watching with irritated eyes
as he began to tap on the padded arm wrests of the throne
impatiently. Waiting hour upon hours for the lost souls to start
arriving in waves into this new kingdom of outcasts. Only to be
disappoint every moment he waited. Finally giving up on his wait
as he stood up with a disgruntled groan. “So be it... I suppose
I should go out to pass the time... At least then I may find...
Something..” With that he quickly leaped from the balcony of the
large castle. His wings tearing from his back in a bloody mess
as they slowed his fall. Slowly pulling back into the sore
muscles of his back.
Once he had put his wings away and looked as if any normal red
headed man would he quickly made it to the edge of the kingdom.
Exiting the solid walls from a beautiful land of life into an
empty, endless, desert. Walking out as he once more familiarized
himself with the harsh crunch of sand beneath him. Walking miles
after miles without seeing a single form of life until the
massive castle was completely out of sight. Seeing nothing, but,
the heat taking from of what appeared to be steam coming off of
the scorched sand.
Though, after miles of seeing nothing and beginning to have
thoughts of turning back he saw a small black figure out in the
distance; laying out upon the sand. A dead camel, maybe? A dead
human? It was not rare to find something like this in these
unlivable conditions. Though, he was going to inspect this
curiosity in any case. Quickly picking up his pace as he went
from a slow walk to a quick stride.
As he grew closer and closer the figure began to clear up more
and more. A black blob beginning to show arms, legs, and hair.
Soon enough it began clear exactly what he was reaching: it was
a child! As soon as this realization hit him his quick stride
turned into a full blow run. The sand kicking out from
underneath him with every heavy push of his boots into the sand.
Finally reaching the girl he came to a halt; look down at her.
Fearing the worst. He assumed the child was dead, though, he
would try even if she was. Though, as he reached down and rolled
her over to pick her up into his arms he noticed a peculiarity:
her hands. They seemed to have some strange symbols on the backs
of them.
Though, he quickly shrugged off this curiosity and picked the
girl up into his arms with ease; much like you would hold an
infant. Knowing it would take too long on foot his wings quickly
shot from his back once more. Pressing his boots into the sands
harder than before as his body shot up into the skies with a
single leap; immediately taking flight straight towards his new
home.
Wasting not time he quickly flew in through the balcony and laid
the young girl onto his soft bed and left the room. Quickly
slipping back in with a pitcher of water and a full meal within
his hands. Placing them on the side stand of the bed as he
pulled up a chair and sat next to her; bowing his head in
impatiently. Every moment was horrible as he began to worry and
worry about the child's safety. Not even bothering to pull his
blackened wings back in as he got up; beginning to pace around
the bed with impatience. “Just wake up already...”
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 11, 2014, 2:49 am
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She'd spent the day like she had any other in the solitary hut
near the oasis.
Counting the cracks in the sandy floorboards, the wood holding
onto the faint, ghostly outlines of colorful, childish drawings
that had long since been abandoned when the stubs of crayons
became too small to possibly hold. Sweating on the sheets
covered in sand while imagining cool places she couldn't quite
remember, re-reading small books that she'd long-since memorized
before staring at the ceiling as she considered how else she
could pass the time. There wasn't much to really do in the
days...
Abigail was alone out here in the confines of the desert, her
only survival relying on the single oasis outside. At first it
wasn't too hard to entertain herself. She could play in the
water while she boiled the rest of water she'd needed, she could
admire the strange desert creatures that would visit the single
source of water...but that was about all she could do while she
waited for her father to return.
It'd been long now though and Abigail had no clue where her
father was. She had no clue what day it was but she had a
gut-feeling that it had been longer than usual between his
visits... so out of boredom, she wandered further that day.
Covered in a sandy cloack and a bright red scarf that she had
wrapped around her head, the tiny girl had walked...and
walked...and walked with no real reason why. Staying confined in
her hut just seemed impossible and all she wanted to do was get
out, she'd lived in the desert long enough that she knew when
she should go back!! Abigail hadn't even reached that limit when
she began to hear the distant whistling of wind that was growing
to a howl, one she'd been terrified of as she huddled up in the
sheets during the chilling cold nights as sand pounded against
everything around her, threatening to take away her only source
of shelter... Why hadn't she thought of this ahead of time!
It was too late to go back and the sand was already beginning to
blow in her eyes, the small girl watched as the sand in front of
her was slowly growing like a dry wave in the distance. There
wasn't much time! Her small hands dug into her scarf and she
pulled it tight over her mouth, her father's words of warning
about there storms coming to her; Abigail needed to seek higher
ground!
Scouting the highest dune she could manage, she scrabbled up the
sandy hill with the ground giving out beneath her feet, her eyes
watering heavily as the sand steadily began to blow faster and
faster. There was sand under her nails, in her shoes, the heat
singeing her skin as she breathed frantically behind the scarf
around her while all she could hear was the distant howling
growing louder and louder. Her strength only got her so far and
when she crouched down, she pulled the scarf over her eyes and
pressed herself as tightly as she could into the sand, grasping
at the grains that sifted between her fingertips as the howling
grew painfully loud before the wind hit her all at once, a
monster engulfing her. The noise was deafening and she couldn't
breathe...
When Abigail awoke, it was with a start. Her heart was pounding
and she was coated in sweat, her scarf sticky around her neck
while she struggled to see her new surroundings. The sand had
been vicious on her eyes and her throat was no better, she could
barely see as she brought her hands to her pained eyes and
sobbed out for a moment in fear, her voice hoarse and barely
noticeable as it didn't even register that she was in a place
she'd never been in before. All she'd noticed was the blurry
figure at her bedside. "Daddy! The storm was so quick and I know
you told me to stay in the hut but you were taking so long!" She
weakly wailed out as she rubbed furiously at her eyes,
frustrated and scared that it hurt so bad. "I can't see!"
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 11, 2014, 3:12 am
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Xamphere paced around the be anxiously as he started to pay less
and less attention to the small girl; focusing more and more
over his worries and doubts about her condition. He feared the
worst and with every passing second it felt as if she was truly
going to be a corpse in need of burying. If it was one thing he
hated to see it was a child suffering. Simply hoping that her
suffering within the harsh desert was a quick and painless one.
Though, he knew that was not the case. When trapped in a desert
within this one you would be lucky if you died of starvation.
Rather than meeting your maker from drowning in a pull of dirt
and sand.
The more he worried the more his mind began to wander about what
he would possibly do with the body of such a young girl. No! He
could not think of that. He had to maintain hope for her!
Maybe... If he had to... Could he bring her back? Did his power
truly extend that far? Though, as soon as this thought crossed
his mind he was quickly brought back into reality by the rough
voice of the girl calling out for her father. His scarlet eye
immediately shifting from a worried, doubtful, glance unto that
of a kind, nurturing, expression.
Immediately hearing her rough cries of the blinding sand as he
looked around for some form of a rag. With no luck he quickly
grabbed a spare pillow and tore the casing from the gentle
fabric of the pillow. Dipping the smooth fabric in the glass of
water as he let out a soft whisper; reaching out and grabbing
her arms to prevent her from rubbing the sand into her eyes even
more. “Shhh... Don't rub your eyes... It will only make it
worse.. I will take care of you..”
As he said this he brought the wet fabric up to her face and
soft rubbed over her eyes; the sand slipping from the pained
spot with ease. Sticking to the towel before he quickly
discarded it onto the floor. Immediately pulling the glass off
of the small table and bringing it to her mouth; pressing the
cool, smooth, glass up against her dry, cracked, lips. “Now,
drink... It will make you feel better, I promise..”
As these words left his lips he did not give her a chance to
accept his offer. Gently holding her head up as he slowly began
to tip the glass just enough for small drops of water to begin
slipping onto her dry tongue. Giving her a taste of the
refreshing hydration in order for her to really grasp that there
was water in front of her; attempting to bring her back to
reality.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 11, 2014, 3:23 am
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The voice that spoke to her as she'd cried was not that of her
father's but a child's panic does not lead to rational thinking.
All Abigail wanted was for the sand in her eyes to disappear!
As the keeper of the voice spoke of helping her before reaching
for her arms, she was all too quick to pull away her small
limbs, shoveling her hands as deep as she could into the fabric
over her lap with a sound of displeasure before he touched at
her eyes with the cool cloth.
As the pain was washed from her eyes, she kept them closed while
the pressure of a glass was pressed against her lips, the sweet
nectar of the desert dripping down her throat as he graciously
gave her what she truly needed in this barren wasteland. The
water was replenishing her, one step at a time, and she clutched
at the fabric in her hands tightly as she struggled to not waste
so much as a single drop despite the pain it took to swallow
the water on her parched throat.
After greedily consuming the drink until there was none left,
the small girl turned her head away from the glass and took a
few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the inevitable
soreness of her eyes.
Opening them was a bit of a challenge; with the sand now gone,
all that was left was extreme irritation that made the whites of
her eyes slightly pink, just like the exposed skin of her cheeks
and legs that had met the true harshness of the desert. With
one blink, and then another, her prior guarded gaze was now free
to look around the strange, lavish furnishings of a room she'd
never seen before. Abigail carefully looked towards the person
who had taken care of her before her eyes widened slightly in
surprise as she saw the man in front of her.
It was...a person. A person that wasn't her father... Abigail
couldn't remember the last time she'd ever seen another living
person in the desert!! With a clear of her throat and a drag of
her no longer drag tongue over her chapped lips, she nervously
looked around the room once more before scooting slightly
further away from the man to put more space between them.
"Who...Who are you?" Her injured eyes looked down towards her
hands that she'd taken care to hide, clenching them tighter
under the fabric as she spoke just once more. "You didn't touch
my hands...right?"
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 11, 2014, 3:46 am
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Though, he was put off guard at the pull of her hands away from
him he thought nothing of it. Knowing the touch of a stranger
was no thing any child would want. Knowing this after dealing
with the many orphans of his old home. A genuine smile began to
cross over Xamphere's lips as the girl began to drink more and
more of the water that he had given to her. Tipping the glass
more and more the closer she had gotten to the bottom of the
glass. That is until it was bone dry. Finally able to stand back
up from his kneel beside the bed; his wings moving slightly with
his now relieved mood.
Just as soon as that joyous mood had come to him it quickly
faded away as the girl began to speak and pull away from him.
His smile slowly slipping down into what appeared to be a
worried glance; immediately mimicking her actions by stepping
back and holding his hands up. Bringing the smile back to his
face, though, it was obvious that was not his true emotion. A
deep sense of worried buried under the false smile.
With that he listened to her words, but, nearly forgot to speak;
catching himself in the awkward silence. Speaking in a kind,
slow, tone as to not alarm the girl as he slowly brought his
hands down to his sides. “No? I did not touch your hands... Why?
Are you hurt? Please, I am here to help... I don't want to hurt
you..” He could only think more and more as thoughts of how to
make the young, scared, girl just the little bit more
comfortable with this entire situation. She had seen enough in
that barren desert. Let alone being terrified by being put in
such a strange, new, place such as this full of new faces.
Though he had answered her question he immediately realized he
had forgotten yet another thing; bringing his one hand up to rub
the back of his head nervously. Speaking with a bit of a chuckle
in his tone as he closed his eyes just a bit. “Oh! My name is
Xamphere... Strange name, I know... I, ugh... This is my home...
I just built it and I got a little lonely so I went to go see if
there were any towns near by and that's when... Well, I stumbled
upon you buried in the sand. You are lucky to be alive, you
know.”
With that he let out a sigh as his eyes opened to look over the
poor girl as his hand dropped to his side once more. His eyes
drifting from the girl for a moment to look around the room to
break the entire awkwardness of the situation. Once more trying
to find something to calm the girl. Only to spot the massive
plate of steak and turkey laid out on the table besides the bed.
Outstretching his arm to point out the plate. “Are you hungry..?
I brought some food just in case.. I am sure it wasn't easy in
the middle of that desert. I know I would be hungry.”
Once again that kind, genuine, smile had returned to his lips as
he reached over and grabbed the back of his chair that had been
placed besides the bed. Quickly pulling it back with a quick
screech of the legs against the marble floor. Taking a seat on
the gentle padding of the chair as he crossed his hands over the
top of his lap and leaned towards her. Watching her carefully.
He was curious as to how she got stuck in the desert like that.
Was she a run away? Though, he quickly disregarded the thought.
Knowing it would not be best to flood her with questions right
off the bat.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 11, 2014, 4:28 am
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As he denied having touched her hands, Abigail couldn't help but
offer a small, quiet sigh of relief. At least he hadn't touched
her hands... With the initial worry over that predicament now
gone, Abigail's dark brown gaze was shyly moving back towards
the tall man pacing at the bedside. It was the first face she'd
seen in...well, a while, aside from her father's tired,
weathered face. Just thinking about him made her feel a small
bit sad on the inside as she remembered the leathery skin her
aging father had and the way she'd been happy when he'd
carefully bandaged up her hands during his visits. The bandages
never stayed on, of course, but it was the only way he'd allow
her to touch him even if she couldn't really feel him.
He was strange to look at with hair as red as the desert sunset
and a strange pair of wings she'd never seen before. The only
birds in the desert she'd spotted had been vultures and their
feathers had never been so...pretty. He was nothing like anyone
she'd ever seen, or remembered at least...
"Xamphere?" When she spoke his name, she crinkled her nose
faintly at the strangeness of the letters on her tongue before
lightly pressing her face against the wet scarf around her neck.
"My name's Abigail. You won't find a town here..." She sombered
up at the mention of a town, looking down at her lap while
sighing into the red fabric around her mouth. "No one lives
here...no one ever would."
It truly was a miracle she'd survived, usually she at least had
her house to keep her safe despite the fear it instilled on her.
She was even luckier he'd found her before the vulture's with
their ugly, greasy feathers had appeared. There were a number of
ways she could have perished but at least she hadn't...right?
Abigail perked for a moment as he brought over the food, her
eyes widening as she let out a sound of exclamation at the food
he'd brought. How long had it been since she'd had meat! Her
memories couldn't even remember what it tasted like...Hence why
she was as quick as possible to begin guzzling down the food,
obviously lacking in table manners as she stuffed her face like
a starving child. The silence didn't bother her more than the
way her stomach ached with joy at the prospect of actual meat
over the dried foods her father would bring her when the
caravan's would stop by. Who would of thought hot food would
taste so good...
She ate, and ate, and ate until she could feel the fullness in
her throat, swallowing down the final bite with an exapserated
sigh as she sucked away at the leftover juices on her
fingertips, exposing the strange swirls of intricate tattoos on
her hands. Her right hand's tattoos were a glaring, vibrant red
while her left was a dull, subtle black and she sighed against
the tips of her fingers in happiness. A full stomach and a
hydrated body...she typically only had one of those at a time.
Carefully, she looked towards Xamphere and swiped her arm over
her lips, turning on the bed to face him as set her hands on her
lap, looking away sheepishly for a moment before speaking to
him.
"Did you...when you came here, did you by any chance see some
people? The caravan's are the only ones that come through here
and that's...it's not very often but they're late and there was
someone I was waiting for..." With her left hand, she gently
rubbed the end of her scarf between her fingers, looking solemn
before spying the red apple on the side of her messy plate. An
apple in the desert? Not even her people had those!! Abigail
couldn't help but feel a small spark of glee as she imagined the
way she could share it with her father!
Stupidly, the girl reached out with her right hand and as the
tips of her fingers brushed over the vibrant red fruit, its
color instantly faded into a dark, rotting brown before it
soggily seemed to squish down on itself, rotting until it was a
gross, black and brown mass on the plate. All Abigail could do
was widen her eyes as she realized her mistake, shame filtering
through her instantly as she found herself frozen in the horror
of having revealed the curse so quickly and mindlessly.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 12, 2014, 12:45 am
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He watched the small girl with an undying curiosity as she eyed
over his appearance; noticing a focus on his blackened wings in
particular. A gentle smile crossing over his face that only grew
as she began to introduce herself in return and attempted to
pronounce his name. It was very cute, though, anything that came
from a child's mouth was always cute. Unable to wipe the smile
from his face as he watched and listened to the girl.
Though, once she finished speaking at first he was quick to
reply. Remaining patiently planted in his comfy seat. “Yes,
Xamphere. But, I prefer the name Xam. It is just a little easier
on the tongue... Ya know?” With that he kept that smile on his
face as he thought of her own name. It was a truly beautiful
name for such a young girl as herself. “Abigail, huh? Well,
isn't that cute. Well, how does Abby sound? You see, I am pretty
lazy when it comes to names.” With that his kind smile turned
into that of a sarcastic smirk; giving her a little wink.
Though, he quickly thought about her previous glances at her
wings before he slowly stood up from the chair; looking back
over his shoulder. Only to see the very tips of his wings before
he immediately spread them out to an immense wing span. Feathers
flying off and gently fluttering down to the marble floor
beneath them. “Do they bother you? I can always put them away if
they do. I just seem to forget I have them out most of the time.
You would think they would be something pretty hard to forget.”
He gave a quick chuckle at his words.
He continued to stand up with that kind expression on his face
as she had noticed the food. Silently watching as she quickly
guzzled the food down with ease. Leaving not even a single speck
of the meat left on the plate before he let out another chuckle.
“Wow! That was impressive! I know some grown men who can't even
eat that much in one sitting!”
Though his glance went a bit more sorrow filled as he had known
the next question would come eventually. Letting out a soft sigh
as his wings relaxed once more and his shook his head with a
disappointed glance. Speaking out once more with the sorry tone
obvious in his voice. “No... I am sorry... I saw no signs of
life outside of these walls.. Not even a little. Other than you,
that is...” He let out another sigh as he had thought about her
question. Unable to hold his nosiness for much longer, so, he
figured he would ask now. “Were you waiting for your parents..?”
As he asked the question she had been reaching for the ripened
apple that he had placed on the side of the bed for her;
ignoring the strange markings on her hand that he had spotted
once before. Only to see her grip the apple and it withering and
die before his very eyes. It was as if she had literally sucked
the life force out of the perfectly ripe fruit. His eyes growing
wide with an undying curiosity as the sorrow filled expression
left his face. Speaking in a questioning tone. “Wow... That was
definitely much more impressive than eating it.” His eye quickly
shot back from the withered apple to her. An infinite pool of
questions plaguing his scarlet eyes. He had no idea where to
start with this strange girl.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 12, 2014, 1:05 am
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Abigail felt a moment of panic as the life trickled from the
apple, turning scarlet to brown within the span of a few
seconds. With a quick pull of her hand back, she tucked the tips
of her fingers within the dusty sleeves of her worn, tan jacket
and she looked down at her lap while her bottom lip trembled. No
one ever talked to her long after they found out what she could
do...
It didn't take long for her panic and sorrow to overcome her at
the idea that this man who had seemed so nice would now feel
nothing but distaste, it was all she had experienced up until
this point. Her hands were already pressing up against her eyes,
preparing to wipe away the inevitable flood of tears before she
heard him say the word 'impressive'. Nobody had ever called
this....'impressive'.
Abigail peeked up at him for a moment, the desert sun cutting
through the window and hitting his back, causing his black wings
to practically glow as he silhouetted against the skyline much
like something she'd imagined in storybooks. With widening eyes
and sleeves slowly drooping from her hands, she gave off one
loud sniff to clear her nose as she drug her damp eyes against
her arm for a moment, only to speak to him in awe.
"Im..pressive?"
Abigail looked at him as if he were the sun itself, complete
reverence and a strange gleam of hope that only children could
muster. He wasn't scared of her at all? He didn't want to hurt
her or send her away? What kind of a man could look at such a
dangerous curse in such an interested way? Hesitantly, she
reached for the rotted apple with the same hand she'd touched it
with, carefully looking up towards him before dipping her gaze
back to the mushy fruit as she transferred it into her left,
red-tattooed hand.
When the fruit touched the flesh of her hand, the soggy mass
began to firm while brown slowly drifted back in to red. Holding
it for just a few moments longer, Abigail looked back up towards
Xamphere before cautiously holding out the juicy, red apple that
looked like it was perfectly ripe yet again, mumbling softly
towards him.
"This is what I can do... I live out here because of it. It's
really hot here and I get bored...there's no one to play with
and there's not much to see but Daddy says it keeps me safe, I
don't have a mom." She spoke the last portion of her sentence
with slight indifference, unable to really feel much for a
person she'd never known.
"He was supposed to come see me again but he hasn't come back
yet..." Abigail looked towards the ends of her dusty, worn dress
with a frown etching into her face. "It's been a really long
time since I last saw him..."
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 12, 2014, 2:12 am
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Xamphere's smile only reemerged onto his lips as she was in awe
that he would see her powers in such a way. Only for his looks
of kindness to turn back into curiosity as she reached for the
withered, rotten, fruit once more. Was there more she had to
show him? With this thought in mind he could only continue to
watch as she handed the dead fruit from one hand to the other;
his eyes growing wide. Only for that curious, surprised,
expression to turn into that of a smile once more.
Once she had extended the apple out in her palm he reached
forward and plucked it from her hand. Lifting it up to his mouth
only to breath on it and get the newly revived skin of the apple
nice and moist. Rubbing the moistened skin against his shirt to
softly wipe it off. Only to lift it back to his mouth and take a
bite with an audible, juicy, crunch. Chewing the perfect bite
with that smile played on his face. “That's right. Impressive. I
mean, it tastes fine to me.”
With that he let out a laugh and tossed the apple gently onto
her lap and put his hand onto the chair to lean his weight on
it. Listening to her words of her past with a kind expression
before he slowly got up and knelt besides the bed once more.
Looking up to her as he gently spoke. “Well, don't you worry
about all of that. My father forgot that I even existed and my
mother... Well, I try to avoid her. Her life is complex enough
without me in it. If you like... You are more than welcome to
stay here with me. I get a little lonely myself and I can give
you anything you want here.”
He kept that smile on his face as he finished speaking and
slowly stood up from his kneeling position; slowly reaching for
the chair once more. Holding it up in his grip as he thought for
a moment. There was only one way to make this girl that much
more comfortable here; with him. With that he turned around to
think more and more. The harsh sun hitting his face as his wings
remained against his back towards her. He had to show her his
own gifts. With that thought he turned around with the chair in
hand as he spoke once more. “And, how about I show you what I
can do?”
His kind smile turned into that of a smirk as he held the entire
chair out for her to see. Not allowing her to make a decision as
a strange red smoke began to pour from the pores of his hands;
coating the chair in a thick smoke. Loud sounds of snapping and
popping echoing throughout the room. The chair starting to
slowly dissolve against the scarlet smoke before it began to
fall apart into several pieces. These pieces immediately falling
onto the floor. Though, even after they hit the hard floor and
detached from the smoke that poured from his single hand it
continued to desolve little by little. That is until the chair
had been completely wiped from reality; leaving nothing from
it's previous existence. It was as if there truly was never even
a chair in the room. “See? We aren't so different.” His gave her
one last kind smile before kneeling next to the bed once more;
reaching out and gently grabbing her healing hand. The scarlet
smoke gone from existence so that she would not get hurt. “So,
what do you say? Do you want to stay with me?”
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