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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. :]
       #Post#: 13519--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 13588--------------------------------------------------
       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?”
       #Post#: 13645--------------------------------------------------
       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?
       #Post#: 13650--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 13685--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 27609--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 27685--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 27767--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 33533--------------------------------------------------
       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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