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#Post#: 13373--------------------------------------------------
Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 11, 2011, 9:57 pm
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Pretty self explanatory. o.o
Any Rps done with me or any of my characters shall be done here.
Or, if you're interested in Rping with me and I'm not online,
leave me a post here. :]
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Demonreach Date: November 11, 2011, 10:29 pm
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A groan escaped the Rahl as he stirred awake; his eyes blinking
away the sleep. The bed, if one could call it that, groaned as
he swung his legs over the the side of said bed. He grumbled
irritatedly as he then stood. "No good for nothing..." A loud
pop reached his ears, causing him to groan in pain. The popping
was caused by his stretching. Although, he couldn't discern
where the popping had come from since just about everything had
popped in that brief span of seconds. He sighed heavily, rubbing
his lower back before bending to touch his toes. Tristan had
slept uncomfortably due to his clothes still being on, which
were wrinkled; with a soft breath, he remedied that, a trickle
of power running throughout his clothes to smooth out the
wrinkles. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the hayloft of which
he had spent the night in. He quickly regretted that deep inhale
of breath. After another few minutes of stretching his sore
muscles and bones, he gathered his things and then spent the
next half hour exercising as to keep himself in shape.
After he was done, ending up having to take off his shirt and
pants because of the exertion, he went to the bucket of water
the owner of the barn had brought out before he had awoken.
Which was why he was awake in the first place. Tristan's wards
had triggered once the owner had entered the building. One
couldn't be to careful, he had thought the night before, thus
justifying his actions. He hadn't placed anything deadly, just
simple things as to wake him should he face himself in trouble.
While he washed off his sweat-drenched body, he heard the soft
footfalls of someone approaching. He frowned and glanced over as
the barn door opened, then replaced his frown with a small,
grateful smile at the smell and sight of breakfast. "Just set it
on the edge over there, lass." He pointed with his chin as he
dried off the rest of his upper body. "But I would appreciate
some soap if you have any to spare." The dark-haired girl
nodded, bowing -much to his chagrin-, and left. After a few
moments of eying the plate, he went over and started to eat. He
barely noticed the girl come back in with what he asked for.
After he was done eating, he went back to wash-bucket, which was
fresh and warm, and went to washing his dark-blond hair and his
body once more. After trying himself off with a quick spell, he
put on clean clothes, slung his pack onto his shoulders, and
headed out; stopping inside the inn to pay the owner for another
day, not knowing if he would be back or not, he didn't want to
have to find another place to stay. With that done, he set out
into the town.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 11, 2011, 10:49 pm
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Sleep was for the weak. That was what Dyonta and her sister Bree
was told anyway. It was what their parent’s told them every
night, and ironically enough the one night the whole pack had
been sleeping they were attacked. Since that night Dyonta hardly
slept, and after exhaustion did manage to overcome her the sleep
certainly wasn’t peaceful. Her mind was plagued with nightmares
both real and imagined. This was what led to part of her
constant wandering, and if it wasn’t that then she was always
thinking so that her mind wouldn’t click off. During these times
she would stare forward as though in some sort of trance though
every sense in her body was alive and alert.
Dark bags lined beneath her eyes indicated that any day now she
would need to give into the rough holds of sleep. Even Dyonta,
an immortal, needed to refuel her body. Currently she stayed
seated on the branch of a tree, unnoticed. Her mind ran over
meaningless topics, anything that would chase away her fearful
dreams. Occasionally a villager would walk below her branch,
oblivious to the predator above them. At these times her eyes
would blankly run over the human before looking back towards
space. She didn’t know what had corrupted her to come so close
to a village. Perhaps it was the change of scenery that she
needed after months and months of traveling through the forests.
From her perch she got a full view of the whole town. It wasn’t
very large. There was probably a population of less than one
hundred. It was peaceful though, which Dyonta enjoyed. Blinking
once, she glanced towards the horizon; it was early morning
around eight she would guess. Villagers had begun to wake, she
could hear them speaking in their houses, eating breakfast.
Deciding it was time to finally move, she slipped off of her
branch- of course being careful that there were no villagers
nearby- and landed soundlessly with her knees bent. From there
she stood and stretched with a soft sigh as her tight muscles
extended. The cold hair had made her limbs slightly sore, though
it was easy enough to ignore.
Stuffing her hands in the front pockets of her jeans she entered
the town trying to look mildly disinterested so that the
townsfolk would leave her to her own doings. It wasn’t like she
was going to stay here, and she certainly didn’t want to talk to
anyone…She just wanted to look..get a taste of what it may feel
like living with humans. Fate, however, had different plans for
her as a familiar man stepped from a building just a few feet
from her.
For some odd reason he didn’t notice her, or even glance her
way. Was he on his way somewhere? Picking up her speed until she
was at a slow jog, she made her way until she was right behind
him. “Tristan?” She whispered softly, carefully. Dyonta wasn’t
even sure she wanted to speak to this man. He may have forgotten
completely about her. “Tristan Rahl?”
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 11, 2011, 11:11 pm
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I only Rp with one person at a time, sorry Mai. D;
Another time though?
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Demonreach Date: November 11, 2011, 11:13 pm
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As he turned down the street, his pale blue eyes, which
glittered brightly in the morning light, glanced over all the
people in the street. Very view, as it were. He sighed softly
before the hairs on the back of his hair stood on end. He
scowled fiercely, sending a man in the opposite direction before
his face softened; though his face and eyes were unyielding in
their hard, cold expression. At the utterance of his name, the
voice that was so familiar, he stopped mid-stride and turned,
his eyebrows rising as the paleness of his eyes turned to a
glacier blue with recognition. "Dyonta?" His eyes held a glitter
of a smile, something his face did not show.
"Well, a small world, eh?" The paleness to his eyes returned,
though the smile didn't leave them; his eyes staring into her
own green. A flash of concern went through his mind at seeing
the dark circles beneath her eyes, the eyes that he could stare
into for days on end if permitted. "There isn't a lot of choices
to stay but if you aren't planning on leaving anytime soon, I
imagine I could talk to the inn-owner about providing a room."
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. His clothes
were dark, as usual, the ever-present black pearl necklace
glittering in the growing light. "But, if not, then I hope you
find what you are searching for." Looking at the sky, he shook
his head as if in answer to some thought. "Would you care to
accompany me for my morning walk? I find the urge to stretch."
He chuckled lightly due to the fact he had already stretched.
But the laugh faded away, as did the light in his eyes, as he
thought of Grug, who had left a few months back to join his own.
Not that he didn't mind, but it was disconcerting without the
gar. His head hung slightly, his broad-shoulders slumping just
so, as if defeated by some weight. Mentally shaking it off, he
squared himself and looked back at Dyonta with a very faint
smile; the woman was beautiful and deserved more of a smile, but
he couldn't summon the will to do so at the moment.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 11, 2011, 11:29 pm
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Her lips twitched lightly as he said her name, the recognition
made her feel special in a way. Her light green eyes met his
blue ones for a few moments before she looked away, not wanting
to find herself staring. Much less, wanting to admit that she
would stare at the man if she gave herself the chance. Clearing
her throat she blinked and rid the thoughts from her mind,
focusing on a passerby briefly to refocus her thoughts. “Small
world for sure. Or you just seem to know where I’m traveling and
put yourself at that destination.” One edge of her lips curved
upwards into a delicate smirk. The expression faded though at
his next words. Uncertain she chewed her bottom lip quietly and
glanced around once more, always alert, yet she had finally
grown comfortable enough around the man not to be cautious of
him. It was just the people around them. “I don’t want to waste
your money…I don’t really sleep.” She murmured quietly, not that
she had ever exactly looked in a mirror before. However, she had
seen her reflection before in lakes, and from the weight beneath
her eyes she was she that she looked horrible. There wasn’t
anything that she could do about that though.
“I don’t really have a destination. You should know that by
now.” Her shoulders scrunched in a shrug. “I just..wander.”
Again her lips tilted upwards lightly. Among her travels she had
encountered so many beautiful places, yet none of them
seemed..right exactly. Again, after a moment her face fell again
to its expressionless monotone. Only her bright eyes danced back
and forth, her body was terse as though ready to pounce or run.
Once more she looked up towards Tristan and nodded mutely at his
request for her to walk with him. “Sounds lovely…” She trailed
off, looking straight forward again. Her fingers tapped lightly
against the fabric of her jeans and she looked at the man
side-long. “You seem..sad?” She questioned with a slightly tilt
of her head.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Demonreach Date: November 18, 2011, 9:23 pm
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Tristan glanced at her, setting off as she accepted his offer.
"It seems I have been found out..." He let out a deep sigh. "I
have been following you ever since we first met. You were so
alluring that I simply couldn't let the chance pass up." He gave
her a wink, smirking lightly, gauging her reaction, and, after a
few moments, chuckled softly. "I do not stalk you, Dyonta. Fear
not, I am not after your, uh, innocence, though how much of said
virtue is there I cannot be exactly sure..." He let his voice
trail away lest he continue to ramble. Subconsciously, he rubbed
his forearm where a near-perfect circular scar stood white
against his tanned skin. Upon reaching what would be considered
the market, Tristan went to the stands, examining the various
food stuffs and other items of no apparent value. "Well, since
you do not sleep really, care for something to take on the road?
I cannot promise that we will leave around the same time but it
would ease my conscious..." Again, he trailed off; flicking an
apple, testing its ripeness before setting it down. In truth, he
was wasting time, trying to enjoy his company while it lasted.
At her question, he shrugged, again rubbing the scar. "If you
call loneliness sadness, then yes, I am sad. My friend left a
few weeks back to join his own, which I am joyous for him but
the lack of companionship has left me... wandering, alas." He
looked back to the sky, the pale glacier pools grew distant
before returning to life; glittering with something akin to
amusement. "What about you? You are more distant that last we
met. May I inquire as to why?" He asked gently, slowly, staring
at her with some curiosity. His fingers brushed his dark blond
hair back as he stared back at the stands, releasing a sigh then
looking back at her with a small smile. "You look most wondrous
in the light, Dyonta. It gives you a sense of beauty I had yet
to see." With a roll of his shoulders, he headed away from the
market, the pale blue slowly deepening in color, though did seem
to glow in the shadows that crossed his face as he strode away
from said destination, wandering the small town aimlessly.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 18, 2011, 9:54 pm
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Dyonta rolled her eyes at his joke and cracked a small smile on
her lips. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” She joked
around with another roll of her eyes not even considering the
fact that she could be anything close to beautiful. The greedy
stares from the towns men bounced completely off of her as
though they weren’t there, just something passing; a possible
enemy even. Shrugging her shoulders she cast a quick glance
around before a single side of her lips tilted up in a light
smirk. “Well. I suppose it would have to depend on the type of
innocence you meant, Tristan.” Her light eyes flicked up towards
him before landing back on the townsfolk. Dyonta was open in
saying that she had murdered others in her past, that she could
become some ravage beast with the help of the shadows. That part
of her innocence would forever be tainted. On the other hand,
however, when it came to men..well, Tristan was the first man
she had any sort of friendship with..ever (Besides her father of
course.) It was fair to say she was quite pure in that
department.
Turning her gaze down towards his arm, she studied the scar
while speaking to him. Looking into his eyes had recently grown
difficult for her, as though any thought in her mind would
just..disappear. Her words would even stutter from time to time,
so the scar gave her a place to look without being totally
weird. “I don’t really…eat..” She murmured glancing up from the
scar to rest her sight on the apple. She had never had such a
thing, never had human food at all, really. The shadows provided
her energy, just like her sister, Bree. “I mean. I don’t have a
disease or anything!” Briefly she met his gaze before looking
back down at the apple, “It just isn’t necessary for the…type of
person I am.” Her head tilted lightly as she played with the
words that continued to dance in her mouth. “Hm.” She murmured
before finally looking away.
“Ahh. I remember him.” Dyonta blinked quietly unable to form
much emotion for the man beside her. She certainly hadn’t had
much contact with Tristan’s traveling partner, and the time the
two did meet, both were filled with tension and distrust. It was
easy to say that she didn’t miss him much. “As for me..” She
shrugged lightly, looking down towards her feet as though they
were the most fascinating thing in the world. “I don’t know..
I’m just..tired. It’s overdue time for me to sleep.. But I
don’t..want to. I’ve been fighting it.” She shrugged quietly. “I
have nightmares.” She said again. It was easy to say the word
‘nightmares’ but no one knew the depth of her nightmares. The
fact every time she fell asleep she was scared of losing herself
and never waking up again. “Just tired..” She murmured again,
lifting her gaze to briefly meet his before looking back down at
his arm. “Where’d you get that?”
At his abrupt compliment Dyonta felt her cheeks warm. There was
an urge to run away as embarrassment flooded her body. She
tucked her bottom lip beneath her cheek and glanced up at him
again before grinning lightly. “Well. T-thank you.” She
stuttered then looked away like a shy school girl.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Demonreach Date: November 18, 2011, 10:32 pm
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He chuckled, shaking his head. "Then what do you do really? If
you don't eat and you don't sleep, then what is there you do?
Obviously you walk, and you talk, and you probably do other
things as horrendous as the task previous, but what do you do...
humanly? Not one person can go their entire life without doing
something worthwhile. It's uncanny. Granted, if one was to live
a long period of time then I imagine it wouldn't be as uncanny
as it would seem in the first place." Scowling as he thought
about it, he cursed, "Bags!" With that utterance, he threw up
his hands as if in resignation to some inner thought. He sighed,
rolling his shoulders lightly as his head shook, as if getting
rid of some annoyance. "I understand nightmares but sometimes
you have to accept them for what they are. Dreams are not real,
so I do not hold much faith in them." As he stopped talking, he
also stopped walking, then, numbly, he went in search for a
seat. Finding one, he sat upon it and continued, though his
voice was far more distant, as if only an echo; his unusually
bright eyes now dull in the pale light. "There was a time when I
slept for an hour, if I was lucky, and even after that time,
after all of that, my nightmares remained for some time.
Hauntings of my past, if you will. For many nights, where I
slept, turned into a killing field. All things burned while I
tossed and turned, awakening to smell of acrid smoke and various
other smells." He paused, wetting his lips before continuing.
"So, I didn't sleep, for fear of losing control of the gift
within. In my tiredness came hallucinations, and those I struck
out at. The thing is, you cannot run from something that is
within you, inseparable. You must come to terms with it or it
will eat you alive. Maybe your case is different, but isn't
everyone elses?" He let out a slow breath, looking into the
woman's bright green eyes that he felt he could lose himself
within those pools of emeralds.
He raised an eyebrow at her question, grimacing as he thought
about it. "Well, you see, I was being hunted at the time and
while running away, I came across the short-tailed gar that
would later become Grug. Knowing that my pursuers would kill the
baby gar, I hefted it up by one of its hind legs and whisked it
away. The ungrateful runt decided to bite me. At the time, I
wasn't aware he had done this but I knew something was wrong.
Eventually, I got us out of harms way and Grug was forever
mine." He laughed, a deep, slow laugh, as he remembered running
for his life. "I had to hit him across the head a few times but
it worked out in the end." There was wry amusement glittering in
his eyes as he relaxed against the bench. But, as he looked at
her from his previous compliment, he laughed again. And laughed
hard, so much so that tears formed in his eyes, his arms
crossing over his stomach as his ribs started to ache. "Oh my...
Your face... Aha!" He nearly fell off the bench as he struggled
to contain himself, ignoring the passersby. Wiping away the
tears that stung his eyes, he let out another breathy chuckle.
"Dear spirits, your face was priceless." As he became more in
control with himself, he spoke again. "I apologize if I offended
you by laughing, Dyonta..." He stopped talking as his cheeks
turned red with restraint at laughing again. Her face! As red as
that apple! For some reason, his mind depicted that and it had
him rolling on the ground as he shook violently with, now,
unrestrained laughter; tears rolling down his face. After a few
moments, he gathered himself, dusted himself off, and flashed
her a wry grin. "Now, shall we continue our journey through this
village?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Inside, he grimaced, hoping he hadn't offended her but dear
spirits that was quite humorous. He let out a content sigh as he
stared at the sky, wondering what Grug was doing, once more
rubbing the scar; the only thing left of his friend that he had
besides their memories of their life together until recently. To
be among his own kind... Well, Tristan Rahl wished the gar luck.
And with that, he sent a silent prayer to the spirits to watch
over his friend till they met once more.
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Re: Brina's Rp.
By: Brina Date: November 22, 2011, 9:58 pm
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It’s better to guard yourself well then to let the world take
advantage of your heart and break it. Kayden had learned that
from an early age; ever since his father and sister had deserted
their small pack. Kayden was the next to go unable to handle the
dull look in his mother’s eyes like her world was suddenly
incomplete. It almost hurt him in a way that he would never be
important enough to give her that spark of life that her father
had. It was worst to know that she would never come to terms
with his sudden disappearance, so Kayden did the only thing he
could; he shut down. The once lively, naïve boy grew up in a
matter of weeks it seemed. Each day his eyes grew a little bit
more cold, his facial expressions a little bit more unreadable.
It didn’t take long for him to leave the security blanket of his
mother and their pack ground, in fact she had almost pushed him
away by hibernating in one of the dens.
Once he was on his own he didn’t seek for other packs like most
any of their kind would do (considering the species was not
meant to be solitary.) However, that’s exactly what Kayden did,
he became rouge. This only pushed him to further lock himself
away from the world, holding no interest whatsoever in
conversation with others. They had all proved to him one thing;
they would never stay. Therefore he kept wandering, a small part
of his heart that was still considered “pure” hoped that he
would one day find that reason. A larger part doubted it would
ever happen.
Rolling his shoulders he turned his bright honey golden eyes
towards the clearing. A few strangers were talking, occasionally
one of two would glance at him curiously but he would ignore
them. His legs were stretched out in an almost relaxed position
but the slight tension in his shoulders and muscle in his jaw
indicated otherwise. He didn’t necessarily enjoy people but some
part of himself couldn’t cut them completely out of his life, he
was meant to be a social creature after all. Shaking his head he
sighed quietly and turned his head to the nearby woods to show
that he wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on anyone’s conversation.
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