Don't expect me to be consistent . I'm in high school . Easy as that .
xXx GOLD OBSIDIAN xXx
She's both misplaced and trapped, far flung from her home . While she has a home here, she harbors a curse that has slowly been eating away at her, and her family . In her desperate attempts to liberate herself, she is forced to tread at night, wandering tirelessly. Her only weapon is deceit, and her only hope is through pain .
I live in a dying land in an unbalanced world. Once in unison with the forces of nature, now slowly changing—rotting away. Old traditions are forgotten—the line of equality between all living creatures has faded since long ago. In this land magic is no longer welcomed—it is a damned culture. Man has forgotten their role in life in this unholy land—though we are intelligent, we do not rule. As we are able beings, we are obligated to nurture others—we are the protectors of the creatures on this Earth. I was taught to preserve these traditions, not to forget, but to teach—but in this land, no ordinary man may speak out. But it is pointless to teach those who refuse to learn—who refuse to listen.
As a child, I am not taken seriously. I will make them listen.
As a daughter, I am to uphold my family legacy.
As a sister, I am a protector. No harm will come to my family.
As a thief, I am pursued by the law. They will never catch me.
As a cursed being, I am damned to live trapped in this tainted land.
As a princess, I am a failure.
They will never listen—their laws originate in a world in which I both belong and do not belong. I am a human, but I wield a greater power. This power is beyond their own, thus they fear it—loathe it. This place is not my home, not my kingdom—they do not know of me, yet they want me to leave. I would love to. But I can’t. The forces in which these conventional fools depend on, bind me here. I am cursed here under the rule of hypocrites. A mystical force established to repel the “unholy” magic binds me here, where they thwart all my attempts to redeem myself of this curse, thus trapping the magic within their society. Until I’m able to relieve myself, I am to lead a disgraceful existence as cursed royalty, trapped in this foreign land—in this hell.
Even so, I refuse to allow such a fate to continue any further. My great grandfather’s damned legacy brought this curse upon our family—but I will rid myself and my family from it forever.
I will obtain my freedom, even if I have to steal it .
xXx UNFOCUSED xXx
Her ancestors driven away from their home, she and her kind must remain anonymous among the crowded streets . Her kind's abilities allow them to elude what dangers stalk them in broad daylight, but even with their abilities their safety is not guaranteed . When she is finally driven to insanity, her only hope is to seek a holy place in the land where her forefathers once thrived . Along her journey, while she is safely tucked away among the faces of hundreds, the predators are nonetheless able to track her down, regardless the circumstance .
"I think see something, Caleb." She nudged his head softly--which rested squarely on her lap--waking him up from his brief sleep.
With one hand, he idly brushed the silver locks of hair from his eyes--a fruitless attempt--while he used his other hand to help him sit up. "What is it?"
"The sun," She responded bluntly, pointing towards the thin line of orange streaked across the horizon. It was dawn. "That makes four days we've been out here."
"Please don't patronize me this early in the morning, Dareia," he groaned, slouching against her shoulder. Although the early light was faint, he squinted his eyes with a scowl, and glanced towards her. "Did you see anything last night?"
As he awaited his answer, the waves pounding against either side of the ship seemed to build up his anxiety--whereas she was at a loss of words. How could she so casually tell him what she had foreseen?
That's right, she can't.
After little thought, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer for reassurance. "C'mon, you can tell me." Her body froze as she felt the blood rush to her face. Whether or not he was attempting to seduce or persuade her, this was ineffective, as she was still silent.
Quite oblivious to the negative effect of his methods of persuasion, he kept his arm where it was; it was comfortable for him. A few minutes passed by, if excruciatingly so, though she had finally calmed down. Pursing her lips, she whispered, "No."
Losing what little patience he had at this hour, he closed his eyes and sighed. "Why the hell not?" He ended his question in a childish way, lengthening the O in an unbearable tone. However his question was passive, as he was already drifting back to sleep.
Unwilling to answer him, and unable to ignore this utter silence that bore a hole into her chest, there was only one thing she could tell him--whatever might follow afterwards she would have to endure. A thin smile somehow appeared on her face in spite of herself, and she wrapped her arms around his neck--he was already asleep. As he leaned on her, the warmth of his body felt comforting. Perhaps this would be the last moment she would feel so at ease with the world.
Without thinking, she whispered into his ear. "Because I don't want you to die."
xXx TAINTED xXx
Since before her childhood, she was predestined for overwhelming success--even at a young age, the fufillment of this prophecy seemed inevitable . However, while so preoccupied in her future, she had forgotten about the present--she had left herself vulnerable to temptations . Desperately trying to maintain peace around her and in her own mind, she is unable to ignore the power the eminates from everyone around her--leaving her at the mercy of the urges to walk out of line .
Exiting the club, she could still feel the heart pounding beat from the techno echo violently in her ears. Much to her own distaste, the vampire glided silently behind her, obviously still amused over her previous outburst. It wasn't as though their last encounter didn't further complicate her life. This was the very reason she escaped to this club--to relieve her anxieties, as well as indulge in her incessant demonic urges. Among both angels and demons alike, it was no longer a secret that she possessed far greater abilities than him.
So why would he come back now? More importantly, why hadn't she run away on sight of him?
Before she could turn to face him, he grabbed her from behind with great ease, and raised a small dagger to her neck. "Scared yet?"
At first she hesitated, as if asking herself the same question--rather than an answer, she came to a realization. This pitiful attempt to intimidate her somehow deemed amusing, encouraging the demon manifeseting in her.
Leaning back into him, she purred, "'Fraid not, in fact, I think you're sort of cute--like a puppy."
Sighing in bittersweet disappointment, he released her and slipped the blade back into his jacket. "At the moment, you're stronger than I am, but I assure you that I'll be stronger--in due time, of course."
"Are you that confident in your abilities?" she mused, further exuding her demonic aura--his own aura, impotent in comparison.
Although he was--more or less--drowning in her aura, he laughed, "On the contrary, I'm quite confident in your abilities."
xXx LOYALLY CONTEMPT xXx
In the dead of night, the only sounds they made--the only sounds audible throughout the ship--were by the clashing of their swords. His bladework was among the fastest she had ever seen--it rivaled her own. However, this did not explain why even a pirate would have chosen to fight her, a priestess. Perhaps it was pure luck--or lack of--but regardless, the large weight on her shoulders had lifted, now that the rest of the crew had escaped safely.
Behind her, the captain called her name, beckoning her to the lifeboat--unfortunately, she was busy at the moment. Although she could have the upperhand with use of her magic, where would she be able to find another worthy challenger such as this? The moment this battle ensued, she had decided the ending of this battle was destined to end one of two ways--he would fall to her blade, or she would fall to his.
At a moment in which they crossed blades, a smile was seen spread across his face, as always. She spat at him, "Stop smiling!"
"Why not? I thought you said you liked that I smiled so much." Despite her efforts to push him back, he remained anchored where he stood--in contest of physical strength, he easily overpowered her. And now he was mocking her.
In a pitiful and desperate attempt to change the subject, she declared, "Why are you so intent on stopping us? I don't have the stone anymore!" Hearing this, his expression became flustered--she seized this opportunity to shove him back, but he jumped back safely and out of her sword's reach.
Rather unexpectedly, his free arm extended to his other side, unsheathing another blade--with two swords, he now had the upperhand. "I think there must have been some misunderstanding." In the faint moonlight, the friendly grin that she had associated with him up until now had vanished--in its place, a fiendish smirk had formed.
Her nerves on edge from lack of sleep, she did her best to keep her voice steady. "W-What misunderstanding?"
"I think you've been mistaking me for an idiot."
xXx EBONY ICE xXx
Forced to live on a dying planet, humanity has been reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory. Unable to cope with the contemporary routine that has become their life, they are force to flee to a rumored haven hidden from the bulk of society. While promised a new beginning and change, one can only question the extent of the meaning of "change". Through new eyes, they must learn to see the potential laid before the, and harness it to do one thing: survive.
Holding her hands to her face, her whole body tensed as a cold breeze swept past her. Now she wished that she had stayed with the others around the fire. What he planned for her had better be worth it. The incessant mockery she endured from Bryall where Veyl was concerned had given her enough to worry about--she could only imagine what Bryall was blabbering on about with the others now.
After only several minutes, the only thing on her mind was pummeling Veyl--not only would it relieve stress, but it would probably warm her up. Unfortunately, as another swift wind blew towards her face, she fell to her knees --her body had reached its limit. "Veyl, I can't keep this up."
For a moment he stopped and merely shook his head, then he had heaved her over his shoulders facing forward. She would have been thrashing around if she wasn't so comfortable--while unbearably overconfident, he was also quite warm. He noticed how she had calmed down, and laughed. "You're too impatient. Tell you what--come with me." His voice ended with a trifling tone.
"What if I don't want to?" Her voice was filled with bitter contempt, but her reluctance only seemed to encourage him. Although she was thankful for the shared body heat, she was too obstinate to start acting nice now.
"Well, you're not exactly in any position to ask that," he smiled, obviously enjoying that fact. "But if you really want to know, I could easily leave you here in the cold and have Bryall pick you up tomorrow, but doesn't usually wake up til around noon."
For a moment the heat returned to her body as the blood in her face boiled with frustration. "What do you have in mind?" Before he responded, he shifted her weight back, allowing her to slide down his back into a piggyback ride.
"Being as generous as I am, I figured I'd take the kind gesture to give you a tour around our lovely city."
With a still glare, she quickly objected. "I don't think so."
"How come?"
"I don't plan to stay long," she insisted.
"Well, you should start--I said the same thing before, same with Bryall, and every other person here." It wasn't until after he stopped talking that she noticed that something changed. He'd stopped smiling.
Feeling a chilling breeze, she buried her face into his back and hugged his neck and whispered, "Why won't I be any different?"
"What makes you any different?"
xXx SEALED GATESxXx
"I'm not enjoying this, you know." He muttered solemnly, warily keeping an eye on her as she walked ahead of him.
Turning her head, she gave him a half smile, "Don't even try lying to me, Rodren--I see right through you."
"Then don't patronize me, Disali," he grumbled impatiently, looking away. "I took this job to help you out of my own free will--I can just as easily quit."
"But you won't--Jae would never let you." Although her over confidence was quite out of character, now that she was allowed to walk freely through the streets once more she felt almost euphoric. Despite her mood, she still felt guilt towards Rodren--a workaholic such as himself obviously didn't need someone like her pestering him.
But he still owed her.
"It doesn't matter that he's my brother or your best friend--there are other Judges who could deal with you," he insisted bluntly.
"I know, but would what would you prefer?"
He shrugged. "What difference does it make?" Hearing this, she frowned and turned around, glaring at him.
"A question doesn't answer a question," she exclaimed accusingly, folding her arms.
At first he just gawked at her, but with an overly dramatic sigh, he replied, "Okay, then it doesn't matter to me."
Disali laughed weakly, then continued walking, thinking to herself. Like I said...I can see right through you.
xXx HOLLOW MEMORY xXx
Trying to maintain a casual disposition, she kept her focus in front of her as she made her way towards the village gates, while making every subtle effort to ignore Gale. Unfortunately, his long legs allowed him to easily keep pace with her in long strides. "Quit following me around, junior--I don't have time to talk."
Staring towards the sky idly, he responded nonchalantly, "I'm still your guide, remember?" Then he paused for a moment and turned to her, "And I thought we both agreed I'm the older one..."
"That was before you completely ruined my reputation and any chance for me to visit the Guild."
"It couldn't have been all my fault," he retorted, "I wasn't the one they were yelling at the most."
"Just stop, Gale."
"I just--"
"Please." She begged, abruptly changing her direction towards her the beach. As she looked back at him for a moment, she finally exclaimed, "This thing between us isn't right."
His hand caught her arm before she could begin walking again and he pulled her towards him, her back against him. "You know what isn't right?" He asked, his voice softened down to a whisper, perhaps so no one else but her would hear his pain. "You still love my dad, don't you?"
Still staring at towards the ocean, she concluded, "It's not something I like thinking about, but I can't help it."
Hearing this, he sighed, "And I suppose you couldn't help falling for me either, right?"
Yanking her arm, she freed herself from his grasp, but remain where she stood beside him. "But aren't you happy I did?"
Before he had a chance to respond, she silently turned away--no where in particular, just anywhere but here. This made the second time she abandoned someone she loved.
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