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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 30, 2012, 11:42 pm
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Though he couldn't see the woman's eyes, or her expression, he
had a feeling of what both showed, but didn't bring it to
attention. Although, when she didn't start firing questions at
him, his brows furrowed as he pondered this but, as all things
happen, the thought came to an end at her utterance of the next
question. He looked over at her and, with a small smile, began
to explain, or attempted to at least. "Well, celebrations are
like parties. They happen for various reasons, sometimes when a
new leader is elected to rule, or it's someones birthday, or a
festival of a sort." He paused as he looked about, eyes
narrowing as they rested upon people; the majority of the
peoples within the celebration avoiding the half-blood and his
companion, though mainly due to some subconscious gesture of
survival, or self-preservation. Dracierous, being half of what
he was, usually had plenty of space to move about due to his
more... dangerous side, that predator lurking just beneath the
surface, awaiting its time to strike. Alistair squashed the
thought before it could stir trouble. This caused a scowl to
form across his visage, which made a few people step away from
his path as he resumed his trek, searching for a place to rest
and get away from the noise. After a few more moments, he
continued, "Anyway, people celebrate all kinds of things; the
coming of harvest, the coming of summer or spring or winter or
fall, or even in celebration of some god or other." He let out a
sigh, bordering on exasperation at the last choice.
"So many gods, which to chose from, eh?" He shrugged, "I don't
know if you have gods or not in your homeland, Mariposa, but
they are a waste of time. I have outlived many religions and, if
everything goes right, I will continue to do so. It's all a
joke. Are there gods? Sure but not all are as they seem, and
some even less so. Have faith in yourself and your abilities and
you will make through your life without many regrets and might
not be completely ignorant of the world around you." Shaking his
head, he made his way down a less crowded street, a grin
flitting across his face as he found what he sought. "I do
believe we will have a good nights rest and with food in our
stomach. And, with any luck, warm food." He looked askance at
her and gave her a wink before weaving his way through the not
so crowded street and made his way to the inn. Tonight would be
good, alas...
He stifled a groan at the protested nip along his neck, his
hands tightening briefly on her legs as a faint roll of pleasure
sweeped through his body. "Why? Well, do you want to continue to
step on things that hurt your feet?" An eyebrow rose at her
direction, though he wasn't entirely sure she saw it, but didn't
let that bother him, for seeing her face brought a small smile
upon his lips. Damn but she is a beautiful woman... Dracierous
had lain with plenty of women, and although not all had been
beautiful, though not ugly, he was captivated by this woman's
beauty. He muttered beneath his breath a string of curses in
five languages, each curse worse than the last as he chided
himself. "Not that I don't mind carrying you but you need
something on your feet. Maybe sandals or something? I don't
know." If he could, he would be rubbing his forehead, trying to
quell the headache that had arised due to the noise. "If you
don't want any, then I won't force them upon you. Just new
clothes, alright?" He gave her a half-hearted smile and, with
her upon his back, headed into the inn, where he would find food
and, hopefully, something to drink.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 31, 2012, 10:21 pm
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Mari looked ahead, eyes wandering over the people they passed as
Alistair explained. They all looked different from each other,
while where she came from, the majority of the people looked as
if they were brothers and sisters. And that was true most of the
time. When the colony first started, the number of females was
dangerously high. The gender easily outnumbered the other, so it
became a common thing for women to share their men with other
women. The population eventually grew, and the fad died out, and
the women returned to keeping their men to themselves, becoming
rather protective over them as well. A few still practice such a
thing with others, but many frown upon the act now.
Mariposa nodded her head, placing her chin softly on Alistair's
shoulder. Her people had many celebrations, and many of them
were for the things he had listed off; birthdays, the passing of
seasons, harvest. But the most spectacular celebrations were
held when royalty was found. Because the people of the colony
live in poverty, it was a treat when the Royal council set out a
big feast and wine. The big fire pit in the center of the town
square was lit with crackling, colorful flames instead of the
usual orange and yellow fire that was lit every night to light
the way through the colony. Mariposa remembers every detail
about her finding celebration. Men were drunk off of wine,
dancing dangerously close to the glimmering blue fire as their
women crowded around Mari, fawning over every little hair on her
body, and the children swarmed the feast tables, eating
everything their little bellies could hold only to regurgitate
every last morsel they stuffed down their throat later that
night. Even Mari had several trips over to the tables to pick
off of everything because most of the food were dishes she had
never heard of before because she too grew up as a regular
citizen in poverty until her wings grew.
Mari shook her head, nibbling softly on the inside of her cheek
as the amount of people moving past them decreased greatly until
only a few remaind lurking about. Lifting her head up and
placing her lips near Alistair's ear, Mari smiled. "We don't
have gods," She said, fingers moving through his hair once more,
holding it above his ear as her lips grazed the flesh. "We have
butterflies." At the mention of food, Mariposa's stomach groaned
and twisted in demand. It's been days since she had last eaten,
and she was hungry, eager to try the food from the human place.
A warm giggle left her lips as she heard his groan, her tongue
flicking out against his earlobe as they entered the inn. "Ooh."
She whispered, dropping down from Alistair's back to pad across
the floor, fingertips touching anything she moved close enough
to. She rolled her eyes at the man, giving him a look as her
fingers poked at a lampshade. "No, I don't." She looked down
over top of it, gasping and stumbling back as her hands rubbed
at her eyes, the light from the little ball causing colorful
dots to dance around in her vision. Mari took a quick glance at
Alistair, making sure he wasn't watching. And if he was, she
would mumble an 'ow' and giggle as her cheeks turned pink.
"What are sandals?" She asked with a raised brow as she moved
through the room, poking at the interesting things as she
circled around back to Alistair, slipping her hand in his in a
childlike manner, waiting to see where he would lead her off to.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 31, 2012, 11:21 pm
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His eyebrows rose as the mentioning of no gods, said brows
furrowing in a scowl, "There are butterflies everywhere. Don't
think your homeland unique in that." Maybe the words came out a
bit harsher than he intended but he didn't particularly care;
why should he? He was a miserable person to talk to anyway. Half
the time, he didn't even like his own company. But, if that was
the case, why was the woman still with him? He didn't mind her
company but having to deal with someone who got drunk to simply
get away from himself, that was a feat in and of itself.
Alistair held the mysterious woman named Mariposa with a bit
more respect since their meeting. Ignoring the feeling of her
tongue, he watched as she set off to do... whatever. As he
watched her, he also watched the patrons, who, in turn, were
watching her as well as himself, as if gauging how they could
take him down and then go after the child-like woman, who
threatened to give everyone an eyeful should she even think
about bending over. Crossing his arms, he mulled the thoughts
over. Finding no conclusion, he gave one man, who was well into
his alcohol, a mocking wink and moved to intercept Mariposa just
as she looked away from the light. Pocketing his hands, he
chuckled softly, shaking his head, "That's a light, dearest.
Surely there are lights within your land, no?" He gave her a
wink, offering a small smile.
As she was busy taking his hand, he tried to find the right
words to use, "Well... Sandals are shoes, but not as
constricting. They come in all kinds of shapes and colors and
design." He shrugged and took her to an empty table, where he
instructed her to sit and to stay and then went to go make
arrangements with whoever was in charge and, once that business
was concluded, Dracierous made his way to the bar and allowed
himself something light and her water, as he wasn't entirely
sure about what she drank or what she preferred. Besides, water
is good... Right? He shrugged at the thought. Ah well, she is
stuck with water now. Scowling at a few of the patrons, he
weaved his way back to the exquisite woman, where he gave her
the water and sat down across from her, staring out at the
people and the door, ever watchful, as he was wont to do, even
alone. People had a habit of assuming he was weaker than he
looked. He didn't blame them, but rather the fear, the
uncertainty of the unknown, that drove them to either fight or
flee; fleeing being that they merely scowled, stay put for
awhile, and then leave. He didn't want anyone to try tonight,
for he wanted to relax and enjoy the rest of the night with
Mariposa. Sighing, he took a long pull of the drink and
proceeded to pocket his hands as he stared about, focusing on
nothing, though making sure she knew she had his attention, with
half-lidded eyes.
"So, what do your 'butterflies' do? Are they worshiped or what?"
He asked distractedly; a dark brown, though faint in its color,
slowly made crawled throughout the silver strands of hair; a
silver eye glittering just as faintly with blue, the other
seeming to flicker from that silver-blue to the silver that was
even-present. A few seats scooted back, and then in, and the
door opened and then closed a few times as people left, due to
some subconscious instinct. As the door finally stopped, the
silver coloring of the mans eye and hair returned in full, if
emitting some kind of radiance, though dull, as if fed by some
inner power, some working within. He opened and closed his mouth
as he tried to get his teeth back to their somewhat normal look,
his eyes blinking a few times in quick recession returning the
otherwise vertical pupil to a more circular shape. Oh yes, the
beast within was looking for a way out but Dracierous wouldn't
give it that... satisfaction, that releasing of pent up energy.
He didn't offer any explanation and hoped the woman didn't ask
for any, for he would have to lie to her, though he was sure she
would figure it would eventually or, at the very least, had
already figured it out. He needed a good fight to keep the
dragon within somewhat satisfied.
#Post#: 164391--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: April 8, 2012, 9:50 pm
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Mari looked up at Alistair, the black dots swarming her vision,
making his face look distorted. "No. We have lights everywhere,"
She said with a roll of her eyes, vioce obviously sarcastic as
she looked away from the man briefly before returning her blue
gaze back to him. "Do you really think that if there were lights
where I came from, I would have done that knowing the
consequences?" She gave another roll of her eyes, face
contorting in irritation. Her hands rubbed at her eyes in
attempts that the coolness of her flesh would soothe her eyes,
ridding her vision of the dots. "And no, we don't, obviously.
There is only firelight and sunlight," She said, looking at him
pointedly. "Haven't you already figured out that where I come
from is deprived of all these human things? I'm sure my vast
knowledge of everything human must have proved otherwise, huh?"
Mari let off a sarcastic giggle, free hand moving to cover her
mouth as if to trap the giggles as he told her to sit. She did
so obediently, watching him with shimmering, curious eyes, the
corners of her lips tugging up into a slight smile. She crossed
her legs, leaning forward in her chair, chin resting comfortably
against her palm as her fingers tapped against her upper lip.
As he came back and handed her the glass of water, Mariposa eyed
the liquid curiously, resisting the urge to smell it.
Cautiously, she brought the glass up to her lips, inhaling its
scent as she allowed the liquid past her lips. Realizing that
it's actually water, Mari swallowed, happily taking another sip
of the water as she curiously eyed the glass that Alistair had.
Slowly bringing the cup down from her lips, Mari's other hand
reached out for his, nonchalantly grabbing it and bringing it to
her lips. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of it, but she didn't
drop the glass from her lips, instead she tipped the glass up
faster, filling her mouth with whatever was in the glass before
setting it back in front of him. She knew immediately that she'd
have to force the rancid liquid down, and when she did she let
out a quiet groan of disgust as it scorched her throat. Soon
after, she took another drink of the water he had given her, the
glass only half full now. "Ew. What is that?" She managed out
between quiet coughs, moving a hand to cover her mouth as her
eyes watered.
Finally calming down after one last cough, Mari placed her hands
in her lap, raising a brow at Alistair's question. Clearing her
throat, and finally ridding it of the burn from the alcohol,
Mariposa leaned back in her chair, shrugging slightly. "We.. I
mean the butterflies, rule the colony -- once we're found of
course." Her eyes, which had been wandering around in a lazy
manner, returned back to the man before her, and they
immediately widened. On impulse, Mari scooted back her chair,
getting up and moving around the table to Alistair, hands
roaming through his now silver hair as if they were in search of
the brown color that was once there. With no luck she leaned
closer to his face, using the hands she already had in his hair
to pull his head closer to hers, eyes watching as his pupils
changed shape. Her head tilted to the side out of curiosity,
strands of her blond hair falling in front of her eyes as her
hands held his face where it was, a smile creeping on her lips.
#Post#: 247009--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: August 5, 2012, 5:37 pm
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He barked a laugh as she started to cough, tears forming in his
eyes that he wiped away. As he himself calmed down, he said,
"That, my dear butterfly, is alcohol. An amazing drink, if I do
say so myself, but you probably don't think so." He winked at
her, still chuckling to himself. "It does taste better the more
you drink." He added before finishing said alcohol in a quick
gulp. For him, it hardly burned; the fires of his heritage had
made everything dull in comparison. He scowled up at her as she
examined his hair, crossing his arms across his chest as he
slouched in his chair. In truth, he had hoped she hadn't seen
his display but sometimes, it couldn't be helped. He resigned
himself into the examination of his hair and eyes, his own
staring into hers as she leaned closer towards his; his hand
moving to brush the blonde tresses of her hair back from her
face as his eyes changed back into the silver-blue; his pupils
narrowing into vertical slits, but everything else remained the
same. He could feel his mind slowly blackening as his other half
tried to assert itself; the beast within growling at being held
at bay for so long. "Satisfied?" The word was drawn out, a deep
hissing noise that was rough but confident; patient and
indifferent. "Now, take your hands off of me, child." His eyes
faded back to the silver coloring but the pupils remained
verticals. In truth, he hoped she wouldn't; he enjoyed the
feeling of the soft skin of her hands, but it was best for the
moment, until he could come to grips with the dragon raging
within.
#Post#: 250059--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Scout Date: August 8, 2012, 8:42 pm
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A plafully quaint giggle left her lips as she watched his eyes
change, teeth taking hold of her bottom lip as he brushed back
the hair that had fallen in her face. And suddenly, his whole
behavior seemed to darken; random ticks in his expression
clearly hinting that he, for some odd reason, grew hostile and
displeasured. With his change came one of her own; brows
furrowing together, eyes blatantly twinkling with confusion, and
her body jerked back away from his several inches, however her
hands remained touching his face. Her head proceeded to tilt to
the other side, teeth nibbling roughly on her bottom lip, to the
point that it began to bleed lightly and turn her mouth bitter
with the metallic taste. What was she to do now other than obey
him? Removing her touch from him, Mariposa nodded her head and
returned back to her seat, hands mindlessly grabbing onto her
glass of water for lack of better. Her mindless hands then
brought the glass up to her lips, and she finished off what was
left in it before placing it back to the table, nearly flinching
at the loud 'clink' it made upon contact with the table. She
brushed it off with a shrug, sliding her glass across the table
to Alistair -- the glass of her cup clinking with his to which
she giggled airlessly at. "I want more to drink," Blue orbs
settled on the man's silver ones, a small smile taking her face,
"but of what you had -- that alcohol." The smile grew larger,
easily connecting with her eyes, causing them to twinkle.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: August 10, 2012, 9:37 pm
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He watched the confusion enter her eyes, his heart thudding as
the blue pools of her eyes met his but he brushed away the
feeling and looked back to his glass, which was empty. He
frowned. Such was life, he supposed, always empty; filling up
never quite lasted as long as you expected. He nodded in
acquiescence to her wish of 'that alcohol' and scooted his chair
back to get up, grabbing both of their glasses in a hand --thumb
in his and his two first fingers in hers-- and strode to the
bar, getting two more and the bottle itself. He chuckled
mirthlessly at his thoughts, pondering if she would decide to
drink too much. A good hangover cured that, but sometimes it
didn't. For Dracierous, it took him longer to feel a buzz, but
he never drank that much, considering he had enough time
worrying about his own blackouts. Blackouts that went on for a
few minutes to decades; sometimes even a century. At times, he
thought he was the fake and that the suppressed half of himself
was the real him, from those years ago when he had been cursed
to live apart. But did it matter? Both of them had the same
personalities, just the other one was darker, more aloof and
indifferent. Not a cold indifference but an indifference that
suggested he had nothing to worry about, that he was the baddest
motherfucker out there. Maybe that was Dracierous and he was...
Alistair. Made sense. He went by that name more than the other,
his original name. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt
the headache and placed both cups at her side and took the
bottle for himself.
As he plopped down into his chair, he tilted the bottle back and
took three rather large gulps from it. Removing the bottle from
his lips, he let out a satisfied, "Ah!" and set the bottle on
the wooden table, belching. With that belch came a burst of
fire, that he blinked at in surprise before chuckling wryly at
himself. "Well. That was unexpected." He stared at the woman
across from him with an amused light in his silver eyes. "So,
how did you come to be here, Mariposa?"
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: September 30, 2012, 2:23 pm
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The side of her thumb entered her mouth as she watched Alistair
remove himself from the table to get them more to drink. Which
reminded her, she must ask him what exactly she was drinking
when he returned. Whatever it was caused her head to spin, and
her body to move on impulses her brain had no control over. It
made her feel free. She liked it. Dragging her thumb over her
plump bottom lip, Mari greeted Alistair with a nod as he
returned, taking one of the glasses - the fullest one - and
bringing it to her lips to sip generously at it. The liquid made
her throat burn. The pain it caused was one of pleasure, and it
urged her to consume more. But her common sense knew better than
that.
Letting out a small, barely audible hiccup, Mari turned her eyes
on Alistair, narrowing them in an almost sultry manner. A single
brow arched as the man belched, followed by an insignificant
little eyeroll and an breathy giggle. "Well excuse you," she
murmured, taking her sight off of Alistair a single moment
before returning it. Her shoulders rolled in a shrug at his
question, and she arched her back, sighing of relief as multiple
pops and cracks rang out. "I'm sure I came to be here just as
you did; wandering along to nowhere in particular interest. Of
course, my story goes much deeper than that, but it is of no
importance at the moment. Now," she began, pausing only to bring
her glass up to her lips once more to take a small sip of it,
lips pulling back into a smile once swallowed, "tell me what
this is. I quite enjoy it."
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: November 4, 2012, 8:10 pm
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Dracierous merely shrugged at her reasoning, though she did have
the right of it, he was here for entirely different reasons.
"Alcohol. That what it is. Drink too much and you'll not
remember most of the night and your head will hurt in the
morning and you may or may not throw up, regretting ever doing
this." He let out a slow breath and drained about half his own
glass, letting out the bubble of air that rose from his stomach
in a slow sigh that carried flames. "I think both of our stories
go much deeper than just wandering around aimlessly. In truth, I
came here for the alcohol. The only thing worth drinking in this
shithole of a town. And the town has its annual festival around
this time, as you seen on the way in here." He arced an eyebrow
at her, questioningly as he spoke. "Perhaps you would be
interested in seeing more? I think I did promise to buy you
clothes. If not tonight, then we have morning to look around, if
you were interested in staying here for the night and wanted to
get more than a few hours worth of looking in." Not that it
mattered to him, he would probably stay for a few days in any
case, with or without her, to recuperate. Now that he was
relaxing, the pain from his earlier fight was reasserting
itself. With that, he rubbed idly at his left ribs, poking
around the once-bruised area.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: November 10, 2012, 7:36 pm
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Mari pondered the explanation behind this alcohol. After going
through what she has in the past few days, drinking a lot of
alcohol didn't sound too bad. But the problem with that was, did
she want to forget most of the night? Was this whole experience
of high importance, or was it something she could cast aside
with this magical liquid. Mariposa was snapped out of her
thoughts as Alistair belch, blinking and flinching back in
surprise at the flames. The warmth licked at her scarcely
covered skin, causing a shiver to rack her body and goosebumps
to envelope her flesh. Nodding her head, with a small roll of
her eyes as his reasoning, Mariposa let out a light chuckle. "I
would be most interested to see more, and yes you did. I don't
think with all those drunk men that this little dress will
protect me very well, hmm?" Honestly, she knew she wouldn't mind
all those men, all she really wanted was to get the warmth back
into her bones. And with the way Alistair came off, being cold
didn't seem like a good enough reason. He can't even feel the
cold, right? So what would it do to him? Which got her thinking.
"You promised me shoes, too," She mumbled quietly to herself,
nibbling absently at her bottom lip before draining the rest of
the alcohol in her cup and standing, heading to the door and
tugging on his arm as she passed him. "Come on then. No need to
waste time."
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