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09-02-2015, 02:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2015, 02:20 PM by Ming Yue.)
Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
It had turned dark a lot quicker than the scrawny fae had anticipated as she wound her way into the unknown. She understood that being early Birdsong this was only natural and she welcomed the dark with open arms. She glanced up at the bright moon up in the dark heavens and she smiled contentedly, taking in its ghostly light with a feeling of willing amnesia, forgetting the ordeals that had passed in the Blood Falls. She continued after halting to take in the moon's rays and found herself at the edge of a grassy meadow, it was beginning to grow lush and thick and was so soft underneath her light daggers. Leaning with her neck over her thin bodice, she scraped at the gras eagerly with her velveteens and took in its nutrition.
Ming Yue had no idea where she was, but she did know that where she was was in fact the best place to be with all of this new, healthy food. It was the perfect ground to become fit and full once again, to build up her strength and become the moon princess she had dreamed of being since before she was a yearling. In all of this, the ivory and azure queen did not pay attention to much else. She was a lonely creature, but she was not desperate. Yet in spite of this, Ming Yue felt an anguish to fill the void in her heart from the lack of contact with other beings. She cast her mind back to when she was separated by the rogues, and she had ran into the abyss with no one else.
A sad moan came from within her, deep and rumbling, and with that she lay down and tucked her lithe pillars underneath her and gazed at the moon, perhaps waiting for another to find her...
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Gods he was tired. A groan, like a sigh slowly grinds out his vocals, slipping into the night like the release of day. It certainly had not been a quite nor easy day. A full out battle had drawn him from the nest of the Basin out to the falls of blood. And he had gotten so wrapped in battle as to find himself injured from it. Of course, his day had started long before. Many nights these days held little sleep, and it certainly wasn’t peaceful. That was not a topic open for discussion today, but it rested in the weight of the crown upon his head and the absence of a black and white damsel.
Dragging and limping limbs carried him carelessly west and north. With half closed eyes, and mind humming tunes to combat the now dull ache of his burns, it should not be a shock he didn’t end up where he wanted to be. The ground leveled out, and confusion made his eyes rise to see the calm flat moonlit meadow. The heavenly fields. Damn.
There was no way off this plateau but back from the way he came, and body was too tired and ill to make that journey just yet. Besides, with the moon above again and the stars by her side this place was as good as any. With pained slow movements he lowers his head to the sweet spring grass, and grazes. The lush greens tasted so wonderful after the dry sprigs of the Basin. Moving through the field he finally heard something of the other there.
So silent was he, that now noises rang out louder than before. Someone else was eating. Raising his crowned head by degrees he saw a shadow in the grasses. Harks lift around, but he doesn’t shrink away from her. Though the night breeze blew her scent from him, he was sure he had never seen her before (the battle being too chaotic for him to remember well enough). Yet, tired as he was, and as much as his body ached, there was something about her huddled form in the grass. Moving forward with his limp, he sighs out an alert of his presence, and comes to stand beside her.
What does one say? His mind was still such a clutter and jumbled mess, and the sharpness of battle gone had taken his wit with it. Small talk was never in his cards, and certainly today wasn’t one for womanizing either. So instead he just slowly turns his worn neck to her and speaks low and soft. “Evening.” It was very unlike him. Well, unlike him if the Helovia version was the only Laurelin you knew.
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Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
In her own flurry of joy at finding lush food to scrape her teeth at, the moonlit splashed never heard him arrive...
Evening.
With a start she threw her skull to the direction to the low and soft voice. A brute stood beside her. Her pools were wide with fright at being interrupted and thrown out of her concentration of living. With a cough she choked on the grass she had stuffed her skull with and proceeded to gulp the juicy grass down and took one more peek at the stag that stood there. He too, was a horned. Yet he bore the tail of the ancestors of the horned, the traditional ones. And with horns that sprouted from its original base of a mud hude to match the body marking that she peeked at. Even in this dark light she could make out his flaxen bodice over a muscular body. She then tore a peek at his orbs of mud and golden flecks. He was a handsome thing, she couldn't deny. But she was far too "proper" to act on this. Instead she replied in her cool tones,
"Good evening," she glanced back up at the moon and felt its rays over her bony back, "and a beatiful evening it is." She then peeked back to the stranger and smiled warmly before going back to nab a bite of the grass and then moved her cranium back to her disturber. He stood not much taller than her, which made the fae feel far less vulnerable. Given her state, Ming Yue was not in the best position to fight. Hence her reason for not aiming to rip out the Bear God's orangs out with her own opalescent horns.
"I'm afraid you startled me just then, I was enjoying the grass in your land. I haven't tasted such wonderful food for so long." Ming Yue hoped her words were more welcoming to the golden brute in terms of starting a conversation. She was not rude enough to turn company away even when she was starving.
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Stares go unnoticed in the dark of the night. What did he care to be gawked at? It seemed like such a natural thing. So not unusual. He was the golden, a shining stallion in his prime. So you’ll excuse him for not caring much as she tried and failed to look at him secretively. He didn’t return the favor either. His neck already ached, and his mind was almost turned off.
She speaks and her sweet soft voice comes into the night like a natural song. Harks pick up and spin to her but those earth eyes under his white locks remain looking forward at the still night. “Indeed.” Then he gives a sort of haunty laugh, and slips out like a tease. “The Lady Moon rarely allows any less.” The Goddess of the Moon was a beautiful lady, even covered in the blood of the murders she made, and it seemed impossible that she would allow anything less in her domain of night. It was indeed laughable.
Why had he thought of her? It had been so long since he had. Wait. Earth eyes look up at the sky where the moon hung so naturally. She was back? Harks tense back for a moment. Today revealed the gods had been busy, very busy. Had they restored her? The moon hanging above seemed to speak that they had. A long sigh wound its way out. He couldn’t hold the thought longer. His whole senses too tired to keep on the thought or plan.
The woman speaks up again anyway. This time he looks to her. Her features coming in as pleasing, but ragged. He looks at her with a weariness boarding pity, but it was too distant to tell. “Is it?” It comes not in sarcasm, but in actual question. As if he hadn’t really noticed. He shifts his body with a slight grimace, trying to ease the weight off his front limb. When he sighs out in ease and looks to the side at her again, he speaks up. “What is your name?” It merges with the exhale, slipping out in the soft of evening.
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Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
Ming Yue watched with her own solid thoughts, her pools entirely fixed on the stranger who had thankfully paiupon his own handsome frame. reciative stance upon his own handsome frame. She then shrugs herself and takes one more snatch at the long grass with a struggling weak neck that could barely support her delicate skull.
And then he spoke, with a laugh for good measure. Talk of the Goddess of her beloved moon gave the unnatural splashed a swing in her starving step and a glint of love within her orange pools that had been dull for so long. And that opened the floodgates for her own enthusiasm towards the Goddess to come spurting through in slow words towards her new acquaintance:
"She is a lady I wish to meet somebody and thank personally for giving us such beautiful moonlight," and with a small sigh she gave the golden brute a question, "do you believe that moonlight is more powerful and spiritual than the sun's light?" Her words came with a cool tone that was hidden underneath her low volume but her pools spoke of softness and curiosity. She had no interest in sparking a conversation of endless small talk. To speak of the moonlight and its creator within this world, something that meant everything to her was what she sought from the stag. After all, he seemed like an intelligent creature, definitely on par with her own intelligence.
The azure and ebony frame then watched the newcomer intently as he seemed to gaze up at the heavens, evidently caught up in his own thoughts that obviously had something to do with her one and only love. But Ming Yue knew not to pry. And she was far too tired to even attempt to ask should the brute become irritated and lash out at her nosy behaviour. Instead she sighed and gave another snatch at the grass in the hopes that she would not be seen doing so.
And then she felt his gaze landing on her tortured frame. She was skin and bones and the fae felt as if she was being given some sort of sympathy for her appearance. She took little notice of this as it made her feel weak and vulnerable, and instead concentrated on his words. He too had a question for her, about the quality of the food. With a tilt of her cranium and a glitter of amusement in her pools, she spoke up at him, "It is. Why, have you not tasted this before?" She gave one step forward and brushed her left front dagger over the grass in a soft swoop to encourage him to give reasonto object at her comment.
Another question went her way...
What is your name?
In this land, the queen felt as she was a tiny speck of insignificance. And to be asked of her name was to be known to someone she never believed existed, at least not outside her own world. But she tipped her skull in greeting as she spoke, "My name is Ming Yue. And yours...?" To be named is to be known, Ming thought with a collected contentedness. She was making herself known in her new world...
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A different tone. An energy. A desire. It comes in sharper and more focused. Taken off his guard at it the gold turns most confusedly to look at the dear girl, though his body protested. He finds her more focused on it than he anticipated. One hark slips back but then forward again. His guard down too much to resist. To be honest it had always seemed like a certainty that the moon held more for him than the sun in the day. He had never thought much further beyond it. So he is quiet for a moment, thinking.
And for a while in the conversation he didn’t answer, lost in his thoughts. When she speaks again, asking about tasting something the gold finds himself most confused. He had asked the question but he revealed just how far the battles of the day had stretched his mind. “What?” He asked her, again in the same seriousness, as if he had really forgotten. Even her movement is missed on him. He looks down as she motions at the grass, but the gold can only feel the fire grip on his neck still digging in its claws and he doesn’t move.
So the conversation again moves on. Names, names that’s right he had asked her. Attention was given to her again as she reveals hers, and of course the obvious return. “Thranduil.” None of the usual titles follow. The pride he carried them with broken through the day. For another second he says nothing, but in the dark mists of his mind he was still moving on the path.
Finally he sighs, seeming to settle on something and speaks with a little more clarity than he had previously. “The sun is powerful, and the God who directs it will surely remind you of such.” He pauses though, pulling at the dark strings of thought. “But he burns too bright. Blinding. A prison.” He shifts, a faint grin rising on his lips. “But she, the moon, her light is enough to guide you, feign in purity and beauty. Yet it does not burn so harshly, it is soft and gray, tempting in the shadows of darkness, and holding both them and her light at the same time.” His tassled tail shifts with a contentedness. “And to do it all with a smile.” His own smile rises to say it.
Moving again to shift his tired body the golden seems to come to an end. “Power is not in revealing all you have, in hoping to blind, but in choosing what to show and what to hide in the shadows.” How many times had he found his strength and power in hiding behind some shadow of a lie. To let the sun shine on all parts would render him powerless, and that was not appealing. Of course there were two other gods as well, but the golden’s mind was exhausted and like balloons his thoughts floated off without him.
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Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
The golden brute asked a blunt question to the cool fae. He stood there with little seeming to pass through his brain once she had asked him questions of the Moon Goddess, and Ming Yue did not quite know what to answer to this sudden outburst. Did he have memory loss? She simply shook her cranium to free herself of the confusion and spoke softly towards the stranger,
"Forgive me, I may not be making much sense tonight..." She smiled towards him sweetly, trying to bring back some sort of attention. Yet as she does so the stag moved his cranium downt towards the crown, and she wondered what was happening to him, "Are you alright, sir?"
Thranduil. That was his name. It felt quite fitting for the strange creature she had come across in this beautiful meadow. He gave off this demeanor that even in a band of rogues Ming Yue had never come across before, and so the cool creature did not know quite how to deal with him. She replied in a warm and courteous manner towards his name, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Thranduil."
And the attention once again felt its way back to her original question about the power of the moon and the sun, and his sighs made Ming Yue unsure whether she had stepped in the right direction with the choice of conversation. But with a small grunt inside, she then remembered that it was Thranduil himself who had initiated such talk.
The sun is power, and the God who directs it will surely mind you of such.
Ming Yue's pools were wide with intent curiosity at what he meant by such things, and whether the actions from the Sun God meant positive or negatives affects on the world. And she heard the answer from his golden velveteens, talk of the light being a blinding prison. And his grin calls on a lighter view to the Moon Goddess:
...The moon, her light is enough to guide you, feign in purity and beauty. Yet it does not burn so harshly, it is soft and gray, tempting in the shadows of darkness, and holding both them and her light at the same time.
Ming Yue felt a wash of warmth inside her as another creature spoke with such, what appeared to be adoration, as herself towards her beloved moon and the Goddess who controls it was a feeling to behold. Someone who understood the beauty of its rays? "You speak as if you have experience of the powers of the two gods," she half asked, half stated. And she continued with the adoration pouring into her voice and into her deep pools that bounced the moonlight,"And you are so correct, the light is purity and beauty entwined into something that cannot be measured..." Thranduil's smile was contagiously met with a smile across the azurine fae's velveteens.
Such direction that this conversation had turned to. Ming Yue had forgotten of her weight and strength woes as she had a proper intellectual conversation with an equally intellectual creature. Thranduil spoke of power, and his wisdom he shared with her. To this Ming Yue could only nod and agree, before saying, "Power is a strange concept, but I guess like everything, it's all in the eye of the beholder. And I think your idea of power makes more sense than a lot of the creatures' ideas on what it means to be powerful." These words had obviously taken the ragged creature into a different unknown territory, temptingly moving away from the power of the moon's rays. This was now about power on the wider spectrum, something Ming Yue had only ever been on the receiving end of. She had never had power...
The golden stag seemed as tired in appearance as she did in both appearance and mind, and to this she asked a rather daring question, "You seemed tired. I am too, if you couldn't tell," she chuckled embarrassingly, giving her chest a quick nip with her teeth in a bid to preen her dull, sickly coat, "would you like to eat with me and we sleep in the grass until morning?"
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Hawk |
Was he alright? Most definitely he was not himself, but did that mean he was not alright? He wasn’t sure. Oh right there was pain. The fire and ice sizzling at his nerves was not alright. But she wasn’t asking that was she? Thankfully the girl moves on and the golden’s thoughts are too weak not to follow.
Experience the powers of the two gods. He spins off in a spiral thinking of the moon mostly. The sweet voice, the understanding there between them. But the sun? What did he know of that God the favored of him? Of Gaucho and the Throat. Well, for the golden that’s all he needed to know. She keeps talking and the golden quietly lets her lead the conversation through. His hark trains on her while she talks, following the rise and fall of her voice in a most lazy fashion. Power. She speaks of power and the golden snorts. That particular word always seemed to confuse so many. But the details of the familiar argument slip from his grasp once more.
Then he’s just standing there, mulling over nothing much really. When she speaks again. Tired. Was he tired? Was that what this was? It didn’t feel like it usually did. It felt heavier. Then a most strange sound comes from her. A small chuckle. Crowned head slowly turns to her, watching as she speaks her invitation. For a moment he stares, lost in the mists of his mind. Then without much explanation for himself or us, he looks directly at her and whispers like a confession. “Alright.” Knees need no other line before they break and he come down beside her. The golden frame hesitates away from her for a moment, but then the mist of the lost fully envelope his thoughts, and it sags, brushing, then leaning against her. Unflinching. And the crowned head lowers to the earth, not looking upon her, and only a little tense from the pricked burn. It rests there in the sweet grass. The dew moistening it like a cool soothing rag, and the golden lets his head fall fully there.
It was perhaps the strangest thing he had ever done in this world. Any other time, any other place, any other creature it might not have happened. But here, in the presence of the moon’s cool glow, in the dew covered field with this….thing. Who was she? She had given no threat, and no intrusion. Her soft vocals and gentle nature gave no reason to rouse him from the mists he found himself. So that is how he found himself lying beside another in the moonlight.
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"speech"
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Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
The handsome brute appeared to be in a different world to the one where they both stood, his pools seemingly giving away the fact that his head was just somewhere else. This did not necessarily trouble the azurine fae, as she understood that creatures were often tormented by their own thoughts, and this was no different. And in the midnight hour it was hard to concentrate for her, particularly as she wished to scan the moon and take it in in all its beautifully dim glory.
Her utterance of the powers of two gods seemed to fall on deaf ears. She earned no reply from Thranduil. With a shake of her pretty cranium she left that lin of conversation as once again he seemed unaware of it. She smiled softly, wondering what it was that had him so hooked. But she did get one reaction from him at the mention of power. She captured a glimpse of his empty pools looking at her, and then he suddenly snorts back. Ming Yue simply tilted her skull to the sound, and smiled once more. What could she say?
The silence was deafening and even underneath the dark heavens Ming could still feel the heat ebbing at her. She silently wished that they were in someplace cooler, but again she murmured nothing to the golden stag.
And then her question was answered with words.
"Alright."
Thranduil then lay himself into the grass, his handsome frame fitting itself into a position of comfort in the soft and long grass that still lapped at her own bodice. She could feel his warmth against her, his weight resting against her own. It was comforting. Two horned creatures together in this beautiful place, Ming Yue felt herself smiling inside. The tranquility of this place was met with their own, and the queen sighed sweetly and contentedly. She then decided to spark up a small conversation, curious to find out who she was sharing this beautiful night with,
"This is nice..." Hesitant, she spoke softly and quiet in order not to be disturbing, her orange pools rested on his neck as she spoke, "I hope you don't think me rude to ask, Thranduil. I wish to ask you where you come from," her mind turned back to where she was gaining sanctuary, "I'm not from anywhere, at least, not anymore. I was granted sanctuary in the Aurora Basin until I am fit to decide what I wish to do with my life here." With a little murmur to herself, she waited in the comforting silence for any reply from the brute who lay beside her...
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It was such a lovely dream to dream. Such a lovely carefree thoughtless act. It’s a pity it wasn’t meant to be in this world.
He lays by her, letting his heavy gold lids slowly drag downward and close. Letting the weight of…of whatever it was fully press on him. And he didn’t think, and he didn’t question. So it was a shame she had to. Her singsong voice doesn’t get a response at first. His body and mind having too quickly slipped into stillness. Plus, she was being ever so gentle. Ever so soft.
Then she speaks again, and he hears, but he does not want to. Where was he from. Harks lean back slightly and his eyes open to be hard and lined. From? Where was he now is the real question. He probably couldn’t have told her that. But from. She keeps going, like reeling in a line, waking him. Then she says it. Aurora Basin. Like a gong going off, his head rises, and body lifts off of hers to go rigid. “The Basin….” She was from the Basin…It broke the spell, shattering the innocence of the moment. The Basin, it had consequences, he had an image, and a title there. If she was there, this was no longer ‘safe’. He groans and his legs, straining, rise him up again.
He wavers as he stands but holds. The words rolling out still foreign, but not so distant. “I have to go.” He doesn’t listen to any pleas or protests. Slowly he turns, moving off.
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"speech"
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Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
She sighed with breath so cool and calm, her azurine bodice reflecting in the moonlight that almost gave the fae a beautifully eerie glow. Ming Yue was comforted by the stag, as his golden crown appeared to be drifting away into deep sleep. But she continued, not wanting this moment to cease as right now she had no friends. The Rift creature was still alone in these lands, and Helovia was not going to be kind to her socially even if it was kind to her in other ways.
It was in the moment that she mentioned her new homeland, the Aurora Basin, that Thranduil began to up and leave. With exasperation and pure confusion smothering her pools, Ming Yue gasped and let out a reply,
"Wait..." Ming's eyes began to soften and grow sad, much like her heart was. Even the most emotionless of creatures would feel rejected at these circumstances, and the fae was not going to let the golden brute leave without having some of explanation. It felt, however, that her protests were going to be no more helpful at this point, "What did I say to cause offence, Thranduil?"
In her own little world she then looked back up at the moon with a pulsing wonder within her. Why was he going to leave? Her words continued to fall on him with a deep voice in a soft tone, "I hope I haven't offended, sir. I really don't. If you have any issues with the Basin then I am sure that I will have no part in them, I was welcomed by Deimos but a day ago. And right now I do not feel any part of me belonging there..." With one last tinge of pain the azurine spoke once more, "If you must leave, I cannot stop you. I just wouldn't like you to..." And with that, remained lying in the warm grass, Ming Yue waited. The moon glowed spectacularly on her glass horns that reflected words of confusion and hurt into her orbs. What had she done?
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