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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 18:50:33 GMT -8
Kematian was all too thrilled to recount the tale of his favorite place, though Moon seemed distracted. It was probably just the atmosphere. It is a strange place, this city... Then the odor of the cigarette finally wafted to him and he understood just what the atmosphere was. Oh, well. It wasn't like the toxic fumes of Al-Ankthrazk. He decided it was best to go ahead and start talking now, to capture her in the adventure.
"Uhh, yeah. My favorite is actually this big underground city called Saithen. It wasn't always underground, but it sunk with age, so the snake-people carved a new entrance out of the cliff that led down to the old gates. The snake-people are very unfriendly, though. They called themselves the Ssili, and when I first met them out in an oasis, they tried to kill me on sight -- they hate humans and all things with hair. I fought against them, ten to one, until I made a really bad parry and a large emerald that I looted fell from my satchel. They really worship the precious stones, so they took it and hailed me as the herald of their great new age. Then they took me to their city.
"It's really not like anything else. Big statues of cobras everywhere, and every street and alley is crowded with stalls like a bazaar. They value trade like it's a god, but they detest trading with anything that's not theirs. They had the best rugs, covered in beautiful designs and really soft. They use the rugs to sleep on, for their scales. They can make do on any surface, but they really like the rugs. Maybe it keeps them warm."
Kematian stopped in thought, and remembered that his intent was to describe the city and its grand temple. "Oh, yeah! So they took me to the edge of the city -- the whole city was like a big, carved-out area, you see -- and on that wall the entire thing was carved, ceiling to floor. They said it was a history of their city since it began, and you can see how things have changed, even in the carving styles. But the main doorway, it was a very, very big carving of a pit viper. Its eyes had these big pieces of jet in them, and it could stare you to death if you looked at it too long. Inside the temple was a big worship area with carvings of snakes all around. At the end of the room were different gemstones on pedestals--" he held up his hands about three feet apart "-- this far across and as tall as me. The stones were all shaped like different snakes, sort of like your art.
"But the grandest part was the altar. There's a door, right, made of stone, with the image of their snake-god carved on it." He leaned closer to her with a conspiratorial look and at just over a whisper, he added, "It has six arms!" Hoping he had achieved the proper dramatic effect, he leaned back again in his chair. "So the main altar had the biggest carving you've ever seen. It was a snake statue that was bigger than this room, made only of precious stones and gold. Its head was probably... probably the size of your store counter! There was a high priest in there with a ceremonial dagger, talking to it, when he was interrupted by the snakes who found me -- I found out they were his special aides. They explained the whole thing, and then the high priest got really excited and asked to look at the emerald, so I gave it to him, and then he put it on the snake, right in its right eye. Turned out that was the last piece, and after it was put together, it came to life and started talking in this other language, but I could understand it. It was thanking me, and then it told me I was welcome among all the tribes of snakes and lizards forever. And from then on, even when I was in the mountains, lizard-highwaymen would leave me alone even when orcs wouldn't. It was really cool."
Kematian realized he had talked little about the city itself, and only his first visit there. He has clearly gone on for too long, now. He blushed and looked down, embarrassed. "And the city was also very beautiful. Which is what I meant to say all along."
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Moonflower Làidir
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Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 15, 2016 19:40:33 GMT -8
Ooh, she was getting an honest-to-goodness story! Raising her hands so that she could drop her chin into her upturned palms, those wide eyes watched Kematian with rapt fascination as he described the city and his adventure there, a grin on her lips. An underground city, filled with snake people, elaborate carvings, giant jewels and statues and... Amazing! When he leaned in close and whispered to her in such a conspiratorial manner, Moon bit her lip and.. giggled. Sure, she laughed and chuckled and snickered occasionally, but how long had it been since she'd just straight-up giggled like an innocent young girl? She hadn't even really done that when she was an innocent young girl! ..Probably because she hadn't actually been allowed to be innocent when she was a child.
When he finished speaking, Moon breathed a slightly envious sigh. "Wow. That sounds.. amazing. And I thought the halls of the Dwarves were impressive. I wish I could see something like that." She tilted her head, idly twirling a loose section of hair around one finger as she considered. "Closest I've ever come to something like that was hunting down the old dragon and its brood. They'd set up in an ancient part of the Dwarven halls, deep beneath the earth, and there was treasure everywhere.. the old one had gotten so big, it couldn't even stand up anymore, and its scales had been completely encrusted with gold, silver, and jewels. Even its eyelids, because it was blind and kept its eyes closed all the time. It was so.. pretty, but scary, and even kind of tragic, in a way." Moon had never shared these thoughts with anyone before, and not used to talking about herself, she blushed.
"Do you miss adventuring? Or are you content to just settle down in the city and live like a normal person?" What was normal, anyway? Moon had met maybe one 'normal' person since she'd been here, although something had been weird about the man who owned the candy shop. And she definitely didn't count. Even discounting her personality, she was pretty sure 'girl who turns into big wolf' automatically disqualified her.
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Tyrus Sephiran
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Age: 42
Physical Description: Blonde, wavy, medium-length hair which is usually tied back in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
Light blue eyes
6'1"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a dark blue jacket with shoulder pads over a white dress shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, black gloves, pendant around his neck
Carries a rapier with him along with a defender dagger
6 golden orbs of elven origin with swirls etched into them, given to him by an adventurer years ago that wanted to sell them. At the start of each swirl was a large gem, each orb having its own color. Red, blue, black, green, white, and orange.
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Post by Tyrus Sephiran on Feb 16, 2016 12:46:49 GMT -8
"Yes, a stressful job, but someone has to do it. Hm. Thank you sir." Tyrus would take a seat and request one of the special drinks.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2016 6:37:11 GMT -8
Ooh, she was getting an honest-to-goodness story! Raising her hands so that she could drop her chin into her upturned palms, those wide eyes watched Kematian with rapt fascination as he described the city and his adventure there, a grin on her lips. An underground city, filled with snake people, elaborate carvings, giant jewels and statues and... Amazing! When he leaned in close and whispered to her in such a conspiratorial manner, Moon bit her lip and.. giggled. Sure, she laughed and chuckled and snickered occasionally, but how long had it been since she'd just straight-up giggled like an innocent young girl? She hadn't even really done that when she was an innocent young girl! ..Probably because she hadn't actually been allowed to be innocent when she was a child.
When he finished speaking, Moon breathed a slightly envious sigh. "Wow. That sounds.. amazing. And I thought the halls of the Dwarves were impressive. I wish I could see something like that." She tilted her head, idly twirling a loose section of hair around one finger as she considered. "Closest I've ever come to something like that was hunting down the old dragon and its brood. They'd set up in an ancient part of the Dwarven halls, deep beneath the earth, and there was treasure everywhere.. the old one had gotten so big, it couldn't even stand up anymore, and its scales had been completely encrusted with gold, silver, and jewels. Even its eyelids, because it was blind and kept its eyes closed all the time. It was so.. pretty, but scary, and even kind of tragic, in a way." Moon had never shared these thoughts with anyone before, and not used to talking about herself, she blushed.
"Do you miss adventuring? Or are you content to just settle down in the city and live like a normal person?" What was normal, anyway? Moon had met maybe one 'normal' person since she'd been here, although something had been weird about the man who owned the candy shop. And she definitely didn't count. Even discounting her personality, she was pretty sure 'girl who turns into big wolf' automatically disqualified her. (At last! My return.) Kematian could tell Moon was having fun hearing about the tale, and that was what mattered. He was glad someone enjoyed that whole situation. It really only paid off when no reptiles bothered him again... Except dragons. They apparently weren't under that deity's jurisdiction. He tilted his head and tried to visualize the dragon as she described it. A dragon and its hoard was something he had never really seen before; though he had observed it at its early stages, he tended to take the dragon's gold long before it accumulated to such an extent. That dragon must have been collecting since before any human kingdom rose out of the dust. He nodded at the end, agreeing that it was tragic to see that in its old age, greed had literally closed its eyes to the universe. And then she did that face-reddening again. It happened a lot, but she liked being around him, so maybe that was a natural reaction? "Well, like I said, it still is an adventure to me to live like 'normal' humans do." He looked away and knitted his eyebrows, a little confused. "So I think the answer to that question is both...?" And then he did it again. He turned the question back to her face like a mirror, asking, "What about you? I mean, I know you lived here longer than me and have the shop, so I'm assuming that you're trying to live like most people."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 17, 2016 11:40:59 GMT -8
A grin spread across her features as Moon laughed softly. "Okay, you have a point. I dunno. It can be hard to go from one thing to something so very different.. even if the city is its own adventure, it's still probably a lot more dull than out risking your neck, plundering ruins and fighting all sorts of crazy creatures." She hesitated at that, considering, and then snorted. "Well.. for most people. I'm apparently lucky enough to open up a shop and then have a couple of creepy twins decide I'm the best murder bait ever."
Perhaps she should've been expecting to have the question turned around at her, but still, the girl blinked. Then she took a moment to think about it. Finally she focused her gaze on Kematian again as she carefully sounded out her answer. "I don't think anyone like me can ever really be what you'd call 'normal'. There's too much inside me that's still wild, still wants to go running through the plains with the wind in my fur when things get hard. But, that being said.." Her shoulders rolled in a shrug. "I'm happy to have a home to call my own. And I'm tired of always roaming from place to place, waiting to be chased off for whatever reason. I'd like to stay here. Have what most people take for granted. A life, happiness, friends.. stuff like that." She'd only just admitted these things to herself.. stating them aloud made her blush again, but she casually ignored it as she looked to see where that waiter was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2016 23:36:18 GMT -8
Kematian nodded in agreement, seeming quite serious. "I'd like to see that, too. Er, have that." He didn't mean her when he said that... at least, he did not think he did. It just slipped out!
Presently, the waiter at last arrived with their respective dishes. Kematian thanked him and then looked to Moon. "Is there something I should do before we eat? I know some cultures do and some don't, and I... I don't seem to know humans as well as I thought."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 18, 2016 23:48:47 GMT -8
Belatedly, Moon realized she'd used the word 'fur', rather than hair. And to say she was relieved when Kematian didn't catch that distinction, was a great relief. She didn't quite want to reveal her secret to him just yet.. with the things he'd seen, she was genuinely afraid he'd think she was some kind of monster. Shuffling these thoughts aside, she smiled at him. "I'm sure you'll find it. We're.. friends.. aren't we? So.. that's already a step in the right direction."
Looking up as the waiter approached, she thanked him as well, then sniffed curiously at the dish. Ahh. So it was some form of beef stew, with.. red wine in the broth? Not usually her thing, but it definitely smelled delicious. Blinking up at Kematian, she felt her lips tugging into a crooked smile, and shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. Like you said; different cultures. I don't know this city well enough to know what their customs might be." She couldn't even remember most of her tribe's customs.. it was the big things that stuck out in her brain. Pack-mates. The big rituals. Ceremonial garb. Watching the available tribe members engaging in courting pract--
Her eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the spoon she'd just picked up. Oh by all things holy, she'd unintentionally given Kematian a courting gift. Ohh this was so awkward!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 0:10:45 GMT -8
Viktor's ears perked up when the conversation turned to culture. Maybe she would reveal something...?
No such luck. Upset by this turn of events, he extinguished his smoldering cigarette and had a long draft of his beer. Das ist das echte Ding. The demon reclined in his booth and closed his eyes. Human luxury is never wasted with demons.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 0:26:05 GMT -8
"Yeah. We are friends," he said as he examined the food. "It's good for us, I think. We both could use it." A step in the right direction, indeed.
Kematian tilted his head. It was just the two of them, so maybe just foregoing any possible city custom would be acceptable. He dug right into his elaborate affair, consisting of ingredients rarely found on the Overworld, some imported from Gauldin.
Then she started to look alarmed. He'd seen this face on some of the people who ambushed him, right before a bigger threat leered over Kematian's head from behind. There weren't any of those down here, so he figured the fear must be on the table or internal. Internal fear was big. He leaned closer to examine her for any signs of illness and asked, "Are you okay?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 0:29:18 GMT -8
Ah, the breaking of bread! Ruined by the crushing and embarrassing realization of unknowingly confessed love. Viktor grinned from beneath his cap's visor. The sanctity of the meal crushed already! How will she talk her way out of it? The man's seen more stress than to know it's nothing. ...
The demon paused in his inward reveling. Then again. The man knows snake society better than human nature.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 19, 2016 0:36:27 GMT -8
Moon was staring helplessly into her delicious-smelling food. How could she not have realized what she was doing? Oh, that's right, because she hadn't wanted to admit to herself that she liked Kematian. Oh, how that had backfired. Now she was sitting across from him, the only one aware of what she'd done, while they were.. on a date? Oh fuzzy bunnies, was this a date? If she remembered correctly from that one foolish man who'd propositioned her in Jeroden (he apparently didn't take kindly to being growled at and ran, who knew?), a date was one person asking another person out to a meal and conversation. But it was usually specified that the person doing the asking had a romantic interest in the one they asked, right? Did Kematian think of her that way?
Moon's mind was positively racing, so much so that she didn't hear what Kematian said, at first, only that he spoke. She jumped, and looked up at him as words fled from her mouth. "I didn't mean to I'm sorry!" Wait, what? Reining in her insta-panic, she cast back in her memory to find out what he'd actually asked. Oh. He just wanted to know if she was okay. Feeling like a proper idiot, she easily pasted on a grin and nodded. "Uh.. yep! I'm just fine! I was just.. uh.. trying to remember if I.. left a fire going at the shop! But I don't think I did, so, it probably hasn't burned down in my absence. Which is good. Because I don't really want to sleep in the streets again. That's not fun at all." Real smooth, Moon Moon. If he bought that, I'm going to be amazed...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 0:52:15 GMT -8
VERDAMMT! VERDAMMT! VERDAMMT! VERDAMMT! Mehrere Menschen werden dafür in der HÖLLE brennen! Ich werde geringer Versucher GLIED für GLIED, Hals von den SCHULTERN reißen! She had actually used a weak excuse! Heads would roll! The demon arose with a start and made his exit quietly and dramatically.
When he shut the door out, he broke the doorknob.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 21:01:17 GMT -8
A ... fire? That would be cause for concern, but probably not the cause for concern that looked like the end of life. Kematian had never owned property before and for all he knew both property and money grew on trees (or in dungeons). Added to this was his total lack of social skill. What would have been politely ignored by other people was addressed by him:
"I don't think you left a fire. What is really wrong? It's okay, you can tell me."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 21:02:17 GMT -8
Viktor was tempted then to march up to Kematian and yell into his ear the real reason Moonflower looked concerned. He contented himself with fuming in his corner.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 19, 2016 21:20:50 GMT -8
The weird demon guy making his sudden exit startled her a bit. Mostly because she heard the clink of.. metal breaking? What had just happened? After peering suspiciously at the door for a few moments, she looked back at Kematian.. and winced at his words. See, told you he wouldn't buy it. Stirring her food with the spoon in hand, she chewed on her lip, trying to think of how to explain to him just what she'd been thinking without sounding like a complete and total nutjob.
"It's.." Sigh. "..it's a good number of things. And most of it starts with the fact that Alden has been watching us. And apparently, he was confused by what he saw of our interactions. So he went to some numbskull that told him that the way we act around each other, that it.. it was um.. love." Dragging that word past her lips was undeniably painful, and she was grimacing by the time she managed to get it all the way out. "Of course, once Alden told me that, I told him how utterly stupid that was, because we barely even know each other, so maybe there's just a lot of really strong like, at least on my part. But he seemed convinced that.. that those feelings were there. And that he also loved me. And despite my trying to explain to him that there are different kinds of.. of love, like the kind he was told about, and the kind of family, I guess maybe he didn't believe me, because he left town."
AGAIN with that damned word! She hated the word 'love' and all the problems it had caused in her life. Really. "So that's why I was able to come here without him. Alone. With you. And since the subject came up, I was sitting here thinking about weird cultural customs, and I realized that when I gave you that dreamcatcher, I was following my tribe's custom of giving a courting gift to the person you're interested in, and I didn't want to admit it at the time because I don't have the best track record, and liking you was scary. Is scary. But I do like you, and it's terrifying, especially since I don't even know if you like me back. Which made me start wondering if this was a date, and now I'm this bizarre mixture of excited, freaked out, worried, and feeling like a complete and total moron. And I should really shut up and give you chance to run away because I am quite possibly the biggest idiot in the city, and I've ruined a perfectly wonderful lunch that's probably not a date, by being a stupid pup and over-thinking it."
The spoon had been placed to rest in the bowl by this point, and she pressed her elbows into her thighs as she finished speaking, dropping her face into her palms to hide it fully. Moon was quite honestly amazed that the heat from her cheeks hadn't set her hair ablaze. Now she sat there, waiting to hear the telltale scrape of the chair across the way as it was moved away from the table, and the departing tread of Kematian's feet on the floor, then the death-knoll of the door closing. She should've just.. stayed out in the wilds. Clearly it was where she belonged. She was too awkward and stupid to be a city-dweller.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 16:28:13 GMT -8
Kematian listened through the story with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. This was new to him. The fact that events unfolded that he did not know about was unknown to him. In the ruins, he knew everything. It was the only way to survive. Here in the city, Alden was following people and talking to people... and there was love (what an interesting thing, he'll have to get to that in a bit), and there wasn't love, and... this courting gift and she's scared, but she likes him, but does he like her....
Wow. People are complex. I thought they just buried people in temples and died.
He looked down and tried to collect his thoughts. Apologies for how Alden left, because that's very sad and a big misunderstanding. And that he likes her back and maybe this was a date. Dates were, like, arranged times to meet, right?And then, well, the love thing, maybe ask about that, what it is exactly, because the only time he saw the word, he raided a temple to a goddess of love. He cleared his throat and reached across the table.
"Well, um, I'm very sorry to hear about Alden. I hope he comes back soon, because he seemed nice. Also, you don't need to be terrified, because fear is made for giant glass monsters, and I'm not a giant glass monster and I also like you. And it's okay about the lunch, because it isn't spoiled so it's not really ruined yet, and I'm glad you could come today. Also... um. What did you mean by different kinds of love, because the forgotten goddess that I raided the temple of only seemed like it had one kind, because at least there weren't two altars or anything?"
He had not noticed that she called herself a pup.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 16:32:06 GMT -8
HE COULD STILL HEAR THEM.
It hurt his ears! Unless he just broke into their minds, they weren't going to be miserable! And breaking into minds is just unprofessional. Accursed mortals.
Viktor finally just rose from his corner next to the shut door and left the building, to everyone's betterment.
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Moonflower Làidir
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Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 22, 2016 16:55:29 GMT -8
Moon waited. And waited. But none of the sounds she was expecting came to her ears. Instead, she heard Kematian clear his throat. Her head jerked up, wide eyes settling upon his face. He was.. still there? More than that, he was.. was he.. reaching for her? Her gaze dropped to his hand, then rose back to his face, and she hesitantly extended one hand, lightly placing it within his, ready to retract the appendage at a moment's notice if that wasn't what he wanted. Then all the air rushed out of her lungs. He.. he liked her back?
There was absolutely no stopping the shy, but decidedly happy, smile that curled across her lips as those words fully sank in. He liked her, too! And she hadn't ruined things. So maybe it wasn't too late to salvage this situation. And then of course he had to go and mention the L word. Moon restrained a wince only barely. Sigh. It seemed she'd have to explain that awful word and its various types yet again. Assuming he hadn't pulled his hand away, she thoughtfully tangled her fingers with his as she bit her lip.
"I've noticed that gods of love only seem to focus on the one kind.. that's the romantic kind.. the kind between two people who um.. well, it starts as the kind of like that.. we apparently feel for each other. It grows into something bigger.. where you always want to be with them, and to make them smile because they make you smile, and you'd do anything to hear them laugh or to make their sadness go away, and.. and eventually there's kissing, and uh.. well.." She coughed, ducking her head and mumbling. "..sex.." Welp, her previously absent blush definitely made a return, slamming back into her cheeks with a vengeance. "..and maybe becoming mates -- err, I mean, getting married, if that's what they both want."
Trying to rein her embarrassment back under control, she hazarded a glance up at him, feeling much more comfortable with the adjustment to a safer kind of love as she continued explaining. "Then there's two other kinds of love, which are similar to each other: The kind you feel for family, and the kind you feel for pack -- damnit, I mean friends." She huffed a frustrated laugh. She was going to have to tell Kematian her secret, at this rate.. why did she have to say everything in the terms her wolf thought them? "You know, the urge to protect them, wanting to see them happy, enjoying being around them... But friends are the family you choose, or that's what the Dwarves always told me."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 20:29:09 GMT -8
Kematian took her hand and held it gently, loosely. Moon started getting into some interesting details he'd never thought of before. Like kissing. Moon did have a kissable face. Or the idea of mating -- both in marriage and breeding. He knew animals bred, but he never actually thought with much depth about human sex. Given that animals quite messily went about it, it probably wasn't all too great. Then again, if you love someone, you... so why... Kematian discarded the chain of thought. Clearly civilization had more to offer on world views. The red in her face contrasted beautifully with her skin and hair.
"So, yeah. It's the first kind, then. And..." dare he say it? Yes, yes he would. He didn't know what it would do, how could he? "Alden's like the family you choose, the pack you called it. And then somewhere are your other family. It makes sense."
He felt content to just see her now.
Probably until she broke down over Alden or something.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 22, 2016 21:19:18 GMT -8
As Kematian spoke, Moon looked a mixture of bewildered and frightened. 'It's the first kind, then.' ? What was that supposed to mean? Surely he wasn't saying... Thankfully, she was given something else to focus on, for a moment, anyway. "Yes. Alden is my pack-brother. And no, I have no family. They're dead." She said it with so little emotion, like it didn't bother her at all. Which.. well, it didn't, really. They'd been dead for more than half her lifetime; why should she be sad? She'd been on her own, but she'd turned out okay, right? ..Well, mostly okay, aside from being an awkward dope.
..But.. she just had to ask... "..Let's just.. go back for a second here. What do you mean.. 'It's the first kind, then'? What's the first kind of what? I don't understand." She had her suspicions, though. He was talking about that awful word. The one that complicated her life so much. She just wanted to be extremely sure about what he was saying before reacting. Because if he meant what she thought he meant, well then, it was time for a freak-out of royal proportions. Trying very hard not to have that explosion at that exact moment was proving extremely difficult, as she was staring unblinkingly at him and forcing herself to take deep, measured breaths in a (failed) effort to slow her madly beating heart.
Surely Kematian wasn't trying to say that he thought he was in love with her?
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