Post by Chloe on Mar 1, 2010 20:26:07 GMT -5
The plains. Not the most beautiful of places. Nor the most fun to be. Sorta lonely and hot, with the yellow straw grass and endless dust. Naturally very little grows there, and less lives there. Most of the time it's silent. Most of the time.
From the view of one standing on the edge of this deadish place, there was no disturbance in the silence. They only had to wait a few moments to see that they were wrong. A figure, appearing to be a youth, was coming closer. It did not falter under the sun that kept the plains warm in the summer, but came closer with each moment. An amazing pace it set. One would probably want to watch longer, wondering of what it was doing, walking through the plains. And seeing the expression on the, now noted to be male, youth's face would not help figure it out. He stared forward, with one goal, to cross. He did not glance to one side or the other, just walked on.
When he did reach the edge, he was forced to rest. It was plainly not possible to cross the area without resting at some point, even for one as strange as him. The youth sat down on a small rock and glanced about. He had a reason for being here, one could tell. Though what the reason was, only he knew. Perhaps he was waiting for someone, something?
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Both harks swiveled at much the same time, crystaline gaze flicking about. She had been watching the sun as it progressed through the sky, warm rays gifting her with warmth. Warmth enough to drift off, apparently. Sitting up slowly, the sanguine vixen glanced around, sneezing as the dust she had been avoiding filtered into her nares. Lucid braid was clogged with dirt, she would have to wash up after this . . . but a nice warm sleep was worth it.
Standing, she looked around again, yawned, and turned to go, stepping onto a rock to wind up looking down at a youth, perched on a smaller one. She was surprised, and just stood there, staring at him. A metallic gleam glanced off her sword, through the leather sheath,
. . .
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The youth turned, and was surprised to see the female standing there. He had not seen her, and it was obvious that this meeting was unexpected. He shifted uneasily, it was his first encounter with anyone, though none could know it. Even though his nervousness wanted to keep him back, he stood up and confronted her. He knew inside that he had to. Quickly he pushed the thought to the back of his head, and put on a show of unfeeling. Looking at the female, the likes of which he had never seen, he finally made himself to speak. His voice was unbroken and without feeling.
What name does this land go by?
He stood there, feeling kind of stupid, waiting for her response. Whether a response to the question, or just some type of response at all, did not matter. Though he did want to know the answer. It was... essential.
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The Azareth plains . . .
She dropped from the rock, landing next to it, looking at him briefly before looking around, at the dusty brown mass. Not something she would describe as 'beautiful', at least not at this time of the year. It was still pretty muddy, after all . . .
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Plains?
The youth thought for a moment, then gazing out onto the lands he asked another question.
No, what world is this? Or whatever you may call it.
He looked at her, hoping for answers. He needed to know this. It was important to his goal, to his existence. Yet as most else about him, none could tell. He waited for her to answer him, growing worried that he went the wrong way. Oh, how he would pay if he went the wrong way. Yet, no, he could not think of what would happen. He pushed the thought away and hoped, hoped to... not God that he was where he meant to be.
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Forbidden Forest, is something wrong?
She had noticed his unrest, tilting her red-furred dial slightly at the youth in question. Seemingly rough, shrewd optics boring into his as they did all, at first encounters.
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At the word, the youth immediately zoned out, staring out into the sky once more. After a moment, he smiled. In a quiet muttering voice he spoke to himself.
Forbidden Forest? Yes... yes, that's it.
A large burden he had been carrying was lifted. In it's place was a new one. Yet, he did not think of it for the time being. He was just glad that he was in the right place. Then he spoke again, this time louder, more cheery, and actually to the female that stood before him.
Nothing! Nothing at all!
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She grinned happily, a more energetic and less threatened aura bringing out her true side, pricked harks swiveling slightly.
That's good!
Still grinning, the vixen wagged her brush.
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From the view of one standing on the edge of this deadish place, there was no disturbance in the silence. They only had to wait a few moments to see that they were wrong. A figure, appearing to be a youth, was coming closer. It did not falter under the sun that kept the plains warm in the summer, but came closer with each moment. An amazing pace it set. One would probably want to watch longer, wondering of what it was doing, walking through the plains. And seeing the expression on the, now noted to be male, youth's face would not help figure it out. He stared forward, with one goal, to cross. He did not glance to one side or the other, just walked on.
When he did reach the edge, he was forced to rest. It was plainly not possible to cross the area without resting at some point, even for one as strange as him. The youth sat down on a small rock and glanced about. He had a reason for being here, one could tell. Though what the reason was, only he knew. Perhaps he was waiting for someone, something?
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Both harks swiveled at much the same time, crystaline gaze flicking about. She had been watching the sun as it progressed through the sky, warm rays gifting her with warmth. Warmth enough to drift off, apparently. Sitting up slowly, the sanguine vixen glanced around, sneezing as the dust she had been avoiding filtered into her nares. Lucid braid was clogged with dirt, she would have to wash up after this . . . but a nice warm sleep was worth it.
Standing, she looked around again, yawned, and turned to go, stepping onto a rock to wind up looking down at a youth, perched on a smaller one. She was surprised, and just stood there, staring at him. A metallic gleam glanced off her sword, through the leather sheath,
. . .
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The youth turned, and was surprised to see the female standing there. He had not seen her, and it was obvious that this meeting was unexpected. He shifted uneasily, it was his first encounter with anyone, though none could know it. Even though his nervousness wanted to keep him back, he stood up and confronted her. He knew inside that he had to. Quickly he pushed the thought to the back of his head, and put on a show of unfeeling. Looking at the female, the likes of which he had never seen, he finally made himself to speak. His voice was unbroken and without feeling.
What name does this land go by?
He stood there, feeling kind of stupid, waiting for her response. Whether a response to the question, or just some type of response at all, did not matter. Though he did want to know the answer. It was... essential.
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The Azareth plains . . .
She dropped from the rock, landing next to it, looking at him briefly before looking around, at the dusty brown mass. Not something she would describe as 'beautiful', at least not at this time of the year. It was still pretty muddy, after all . . .
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Plains?
The youth thought for a moment, then gazing out onto the lands he asked another question.
No, what world is this? Or whatever you may call it.
He looked at her, hoping for answers. He needed to know this. It was important to his goal, to his existence. Yet as most else about him, none could tell. He waited for her to answer him, growing worried that he went the wrong way. Oh, how he would pay if he went the wrong way. Yet, no, he could not think of what would happen. He pushed the thought away and hoped, hoped to... not God that he was where he meant to be.
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Forbidden Forest, is something wrong?
She had noticed his unrest, tilting her red-furred dial slightly at the youth in question. Seemingly rough, shrewd optics boring into his as they did all, at first encounters.
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At the word, the youth immediately zoned out, staring out into the sky once more. After a moment, he smiled. In a quiet muttering voice he spoke to himself.
Forbidden Forest? Yes... yes, that's it.
A large burden he had been carrying was lifted. In it's place was a new one. Yet, he did not think of it for the time being. He was just glad that he was in the right place. Then he spoke again, this time louder, more cheery, and actually to the female that stood before him.
Nothing! Nothing at all!
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She grinned happily, a more energetic and less threatened aura bringing out her true side, pricked harks swiveling slightly.
That's good!
Still grinning, the vixen wagged her brush.
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