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and life loved death - Verlaine - 02-01-2015 et la vie amait la mort Fading away had been simple. Whatever she had left behind was nothing but dust and was busy eroding to the elements. She was the last of the family line, and like a curse, she was the one to ruin it all. In France, honour is everything. She had disgraced her family and ruined their honour, and in her pain, her gift from birth was used to make her exit. A dead womb was a dead womb, and nothing could change the fact that her family couldn't find use in their only offspring. The night was beautiful, igniting her features into luminescence, dancing while her hovering body shifts about the trees. Occasionally, she misses her mark and passes through them, turning violet eyes to ensure that none have seen her perform the show. There was nothing wrong about her talent, but the trees made her uneasy. Her skin shivered and crawled beneath the humidity, moonlight passing through her body and beaming to the foliage below. Something wasn't right that her magic want to leave body. It gave way in short bursts as the trees engulfed her more, morphing her legs down to the earth and actually touching the ground. The appearance of life grabs at her with desperate and terrifying hands. SHOCKWAVE. It's like a brick wall. It is a brick wall, a heavy blow to the face, the heart, her very emotions that the feeling that she was given constant warnings of almost bringing her to tears once all of her magic explodes and let's loose. She stumbles across the ground with the whites of her eyes engulfing her soft purple shades. Her strides gather her missing parts in a quick, panicked fashion in hopes that she hasn't lost the most dear thing to her that she still controls. "Meeeeeerde!" Her chest rises and falls, gasping for air in heavy bouts. Pulled up against a tree, the magic seeps back in, body transforming into the previous state. Sighing, she grants hatred upon the place. As if her magic was already strange enough, having an attempt at ripping it away in an extremely violent style offered her no support towards the trees and whatever earth she found herself levitating over. OOC: She'll be finding her egg in this thread too, so if someone wants to say their character saw it or something and point it out, it's welcome. Her magic is in use, so just check her profile. Nighttime so she is more noticeable and defined. RE: and life loved death - Azaneen - 02-02-2015
- table by Niki - RE: and life loved death - Verlaine - 02-08-2015 et la vie amait la mort As if the shockwave wasn't enough for her, the time spent recollecting herself brought no relief. Her panting slowed, but the magic brought thin sparks of pain once it regained it's rightful position within her essence. Then, if that wasn't enough for her, a glowing orb laid itself within the foliage about her. Violet eyes push downwards to the source and her nuzzle graces it with soft, motherly caress. The moment is ruined to the rumble of hooves. Verlaine quickly pulls her levitating body into position as to protect the orb. Her facade would have to end to take the orb with her, but showing that she wanted to keep good health to it was not an issue. Whoever it was brought some surprise to the Ghost's tired expression. Bones etched themselves into the sides of their barrel, gold eminating from their body as if they fell from heaven. She blinks a few times to drink in the whole image, before snorting at the name. Ashin? Who is Ashin? She is Verlaine, not Ashin. This was a new place, a new face, but she wasn't changing the beauty and the grace, the very honour that seeped from her french name for something such as Ashin. Verlaine would not be Ashin, unless... She pulls her wisps in the direction of the orb. "Is this Ashin? Does it belong to you?" Confused fills her voice. Are the mortals within this place so odd that they give names to orbs that are just lying about the ground? Mentally, she debates over whether it would be best that she politely excuse herself and leave in the least rude way possible. Some small talk couldn't hurt in the meantime. "What is Ashin? I've never seen anything like them where I come from. I would be Verlaine, but not that it would happen to mean much to you and Ashin." Deep down, she feels sorry for the glowing woman. The bones that purge life from the Dear are a mistake upon such a beautiful thing that only needed coaxing back into good health. OOC: Officially found the egg. @[Azaneen] RE: and life loved death - Azaneen - 02-11-2015
- table by Niki - RE: and life loved death - Verlaine - 02-16-2015 et la vie amait la mort The curtain draws and her mask burns, the true picture of Verlaine pouring over her matter and bringing her back into the face of life. Loose air is replaced with ground. She shifts uncomfortably while her balance regains itself, careful not to mash the orb. A shake brings the last of her magic's touch from her appearance, and she is nothing more than a small mare standing far below a towering giant. So much for appearances. "Pas de soucis." She turns to admire the orb once more before taking it within her teeth, pulling it up slowly and bringing it around to her tail. Gentle persausion leaves it resting inside the mass of hair. "I doubt it would hurt it if we took it with us." Azaneen nears her at this point. The shift in her violet eyes catches the steps in the corner of her eye, slow and steady. Ears prick forward into an alert position to greet the closer arrival of the glowing mare. Talk of Ashin makes a conversation that she might enjoy if it wasn't for the circumstances of departure. Ashin was of importantance to her company, and thus came the fashion of greeting that she had recieved. "My sincere apologies for the passing of your loved one. The afterlife is a kind place once you become accustomed to it. We will all find each other there some day, so rejoyce in what life you have left. That's what they would like you to do so that all is not wasted when you're reunited." The next is an offer she couldn't refuse. A treasure it might be, but that wasn't what she was seeing it as. It was an object, something possibly living and breathing, but for the time being, silenced. "I'd love that. Maybe you could also tell me a bit about this place? My blood flows from a very different land than this." She studies Azaneen's face for a moment, holding her eyes upwards in their sockets so that their height difference wouldn't be as supreme. Others may of towered over her in stature, but she had towered over them in title as far as it mattered. "Are you alright?" Her manners had been well as far as she had paid to them. Nothing rude had been said so far. It must of been the mention of Ashin that brought the tears, and yet while she would of easily offered a hand of comfort, there wasn't much she could do for them. "Don't cry for them, they're in a much better place than this doomed world." @[Azaneen] RE: and life loved death - Azaneen - 02-18-2015
- table by Niki - RE: and life loved death - Verlaine - 02-28-2015 et la vie amait la mort She is kind with open ears, pushed forward, drinking in Azaneen's sweet song when it fills the silence. Tragic as it may be, all had something tragic in their life to mourn over. It was not worth pitying over. Someday, they will all die and she is no stranger to the idea, prepared to embrace it when the act it comes. Until then, she is patient, flowing throughout life ready for whatever may come. The 'thank you' of the very foreign tongue(when compared to delicate, rythmic romance of French) draws out a nod in humble respect. Helovia is a sound as different as the sounds that they make in unison. Verlaine's own language is seen nothing more than clicks and whistles to the sound of that word, puzzling the features of her face into a distorted, confused manner that brings a snort. "What an odd name." She speaks, vocalizing her thoughts without meaning to. Worry replaces confusion, and in watching the tear fall, trailing behind it with a dead, cold sort of silence that haunts their shared space. Ears fall down at the smile and she doesn't know if she's insulted or annoyed, or even both. Fake smiles hid things. People who hide things had lies, but that wasn't the current issue. She'd been poking too much, and this wasn't someone who had shared a previous home, language, or culture with her. Azaneen was a stranger from a different world, stepping into some place new and being kind enough to guide her through. The next offer is too well, and she pines for something. Maybe there is someone else out there like herself. "I'd be honoured. Would you mind to lead the way?" OOC: So sorry for taking so long! School ate me and my muse. @[Azaneen] RE: and life loved death - Azaneen - 03-01-2015 [ carried on here ] |