Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 15, 2006 22:14:18 GMT -5
||Wow. The first role play I ever started here. xD||
Whispy locks of brown hair escaped the clutches of her bun, falling into the brown gaze of her eyes. Fair skin was freckled and blemished, her features were common and her hieght was average. She was not thin or slender, but of an average wieght. She walked along the busy shop, a place commonly known as Walmart, and made her way through countless customers.
A huge sale was going on at the moment, and the middle-aged women were aggresively picking through the selection of items. They frightened this girl, she had not seen such frightful things as clearance shoppers. She wore a loose Gorgia T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and nothing else. She wore no shoes, and left no foot prints. Her feet did not, nor could they have, touched the ground. It was an odd thing, truly, for the ties of magic lifted her up.
The young lady was not herself. She had not been for several day, in fact. For inside this youthful body was a spirit from the stars, one whom had not visited the small planet Earth since the times of knights and kings. Then this spirit had been known as the wizard Merlin and had influenced the life of King Arthur.
The spirit could not understand the relationship between this girl and this woman. The spirit also did not understand exactly why this woman had greying hair and loose skin. For where it was from, there was not age. It was immortal, in a sense, and existed in a way not bound by time. It glanced at the colorful items, some where soft and stretchy others were hard and square.
The older woman had grabbed this spirit's arm and had been pulling her and pushing through crowds of women. The elder female, the spirit did understand the difference between male and female though neither existed where she had been from, had authority over the spirit's body and still had not noticed the vast difference in behavior.
The spirit could not comprehend these vocal vibrations the humans used to communicate, it had never needed such things to make itself understood. And so it tried and tried to understand. Though it had visited once before in the form of Merlin, it had forgotten everthing that had been learned from the experience.
And so through the crowds of women it went, though a few men had been there, and quietly pondering. The spirit took great curiosity in the small ones wandering about, ones dominated by the elder humans. Son, daughter, children. These were new terms for the spirit, for there were no young in it's society.
Though so many new and strange things confronted the spirit, the strange emptiness inside the body kept picking at it's mind. The girl's hand had rested on her stomach for a while now, the spirit unsure of what to do. It also was beginning to feel dizy and tired. The spirit also had slept only a few times for a short while each, it had never slept before on it's home.
It knew of a thing called "magic" by the humans, it was the energy that it was made of and what it's home was teeming with. Here there was so little of the energy, and this frightened it. For though scarce the magic was back in the times of Merlin, it had been much more than now.
It paused in front a mirror in the clothing department, it had not looked in a reflective surface before. Startled as it was, for so many new sensations overwhelmed it, it remained silent and studied the image displayed on the surface.
Where it was from they did not "see" as these humans do. And they had no form solid like this. They were more like clumps of energy and thoughts, inorganic life forms. The spirit was soon pulled away from it's study by the elder and dragged to a near by display of garments. The spirit knew these things to be worn, for it could see them worn all around.
It removed a knee-length dress, the peach fabric patterned with printed flowers of orange and yellow. Though it did not understand completely of this garment, it felt an odd emotion towards it. Desire, something not ever felt by it's people.
"Do you like that dress, Diane?" the elder woman asked in the strange form of vocal vibrations. The spirit could not understand what she had said, but noticed the woman smile and the studying glance of the material. And, knowing this was always best to do when one does not understand a question, the spirit nodded.
Whispy locks of brown hair escaped the clutches of her bun, falling into the brown gaze of her eyes. Fair skin was freckled and blemished, her features were common and her hieght was average. She was not thin or slender, but of an average wieght. She walked along the busy shop, a place commonly known as Walmart, and made her way through countless customers.
A huge sale was going on at the moment, and the middle-aged women were aggresively picking through the selection of items. They frightened this girl, she had not seen such frightful things as clearance shoppers. She wore a loose Gorgia T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and nothing else. She wore no shoes, and left no foot prints. Her feet did not, nor could they have, touched the ground. It was an odd thing, truly, for the ties of magic lifted her up.
The young lady was not herself. She had not been for several day, in fact. For inside this youthful body was a spirit from the stars, one whom had not visited the small planet Earth since the times of knights and kings. Then this spirit had been known as the wizard Merlin and had influenced the life of King Arthur.
The spirit could not understand the relationship between this girl and this woman. The spirit also did not understand exactly why this woman had greying hair and loose skin. For where it was from, there was not age. It was immortal, in a sense, and existed in a way not bound by time. It glanced at the colorful items, some where soft and stretchy others were hard and square.
The older woman had grabbed this spirit's arm and had been pulling her and pushing through crowds of women. The elder female, the spirit did understand the difference between male and female though neither existed where she had been from, had authority over the spirit's body and still had not noticed the vast difference in behavior.
The spirit could not comprehend these vocal vibrations the humans used to communicate, it had never needed such things to make itself understood. And so it tried and tried to understand. Though it had visited once before in the form of Merlin, it had forgotten everthing that had been learned from the experience.
And so through the crowds of women it went, though a few men had been there, and quietly pondering. The spirit took great curiosity in the small ones wandering about, ones dominated by the elder humans. Son, daughter, children. These were new terms for the spirit, for there were no young in it's society.
Though so many new and strange things confronted the spirit, the strange emptiness inside the body kept picking at it's mind. The girl's hand had rested on her stomach for a while now, the spirit unsure of what to do. It also was beginning to feel dizy and tired. The spirit also had slept only a few times for a short while each, it had never slept before on it's home.
It knew of a thing called "magic" by the humans, it was the energy that it was made of and what it's home was teeming with. Here there was so little of the energy, and this frightened it. For though scarce the magic was back in the times of Merlin, it had been much more than now.
It paused in front a mirror in the clothing department, it had not looked in a reflective surface before. Startled as it was, for so many new sensations overwhelmed it, it remained silent and studied the image displayed on the surface.
Where it was from they did not "see" as these humans do. And they had no form solid like this. They were more like clumps of energy and thoughts, inorganic life forms. The spirit was soon pulled away from it's study by the elder and dragged to a near by display of garments. The spirit knew these things to be worn, for it could see them worn all around.
It removed a knee-length dress, the peach fabric patterned with printed flowers of orange and yellow. Though it did not understand completely of this garment, it felt an odd emotion towards it. Desire, something not ever felt by it's people.
"Do you like that dress, Diane?" the elder woman asked in the strange form of vocal vibrations. The spirit could not understand what she had said, but noticed the woman smile and the studying glance of the material. And, knowing this was always best to do when one does not understand a question, the spirit nodded.
