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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 16, 2006 19:58:53 GMT -5
||o.O;; Let us see how this goes...||
A cloud of dust rose from the ground, the sound of something hitting the ground echoed in the nearly silent desert. Cursing, lots and lots of cursing slipped from the scarlet lips of a young woman who looked quite a bit out of place.
She cursed the day, her luck, and the desert. Not at all lady-like, but she didn't really care. Fiery red hair, frizzy and dusted from impact, fell down her back to her waist. She was of average hieght for a young woman, and of average body weight.
No, she was not incredibly slender but nor was she very heavy. She was, in fact, average. Fair skin was sprinkled with freckles, especially across her small nose and arms.
Brushing the dirt from the layers of fabric she wore as her skirts, the young woman slowly got to her feet. Her under skirts were the color of pitch, and her over skirts were the color of deepest green. Her bodice was black and tightly laced and trimmed in green ribbon.
She then knelt back down to the sand, running her hands through the dirt that surrounded her. She finally withdrew a small, leather-bound book with gold engraving on the cover.
She began to quickly leaf through the pages, sand spilling out from the creases. She seemed to have found what she was looking for and cursed again. She'd made a rather large mistake with the transportation spell involving the potion needed.
So, she was lost in a desert some where far off from her intended destination. She jumped to her feet and flung the book to the ground, thenproceeding to kick and shout curses.
She was a witch, or an apprentice of one really. She was given one simple task and lo! She messed it up with an ameture mistake. Pulling at the strands of tangled red hair,she paced about in a small circle, finally bending down and retrieving the fallen book.
It wasn't fair. She should have check the eye of newt before making the potion. Why didn't she check the vial? Oh! How she loathed her own stupidity!
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Post by Elvenwarrior on Jan 16, 2006 20:09:30 GMT -5
(hmmm -glances about- Can I join? -raises hand to picked on-)
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 16, 2006 20:57:18 GMT -5
||Please do! ^_^||
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Post by Elvenwarrior on Jan 16, 2006 21:09:00 GMT -5
(okies!!!! Give me a minute to posty! ^^)
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Post by Elvenwarrior on Jan 16, 2006 21:13:37 GMT -5
A figure walked along the desert sand, watching with sharp, sparkling blue eyes. It was a woman, though she was wearing a black leather long sleeved top and pants, her mid-riff visiable. She had sharp features, and lightly tanned skin. She was slender, and tall with the look of an agile and gracefull cat about her. When the wind ruffled her long, waist-length, brown hair it revealed pointed ears, for she was really one of the Fair Folk, and Elven Maiden. Or more precisly and Elven Warrior, for upon her back were two twin swords, each silver with sapphires entwinned with silver in the pommels. Held in one hand was a finely crafted bow, though there was no evidence of a quiver about the warrior, and in the other her pack. When she moved her hands, light glinted off of two sapphires, also entwinned with silver, embedded in her palms. There was a second figure laying curled about the first's shoulder, with it's tail looped gently about the Elf's neck. It was about cat-sized, and was a crystal blue dragoness. She appeared very quick and had dazzling blue eyes, her leathery, translucent wings folded against her sides and back. There were silver spines running along her back, and she had silver teeth and talons. The Elf's name was Sora, the dragoness, and also her bonded's name was Sapphire.
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 16, 2006 23:03:12 GMT -5
||Cool character!||
The young witch spun around, distinctly hearing the sounds of padded feet muffled in sand. What was this? Another traveler wandering about in the desert? What an odd thing! And as she focused her eyes, trying to shield them with her hand from the harsh rays of the desert sun, a woman. Or something like it anyway.
"Excuse me?" she called out, seeing the other merely a wavering image surrounded by bright light. The sand's reflections of the noon sun were blinding, and she could not completely clock them from burning her vision. "Do you know where this is?" she asked loudly, her voice echoing in the silence of the hot wind and shifting sands.
The young witch brushed the sand from her skirts before beginning to walk closer, clearly lacking caution of any type. She smiled welcomingly, trying to seem less danerous. Like she would ever appear dangerous, being the incompetent and silly witch she was. And her age gave it all away, like her straight-forward and rather expectant personality was written in her facial features and movements.
"Would you, ma'am, know exactly where here is?" she asked again, but softer this time and her voice faded quickly towards the end. For as she got closer, she saw the odd attatchments of this other and was slightly surprised. Finding anyone in the middle of no where, especially if no where is the desert, is odd but finding an elvish warioress. Hoping it good fortune, the young red head continued forward only pausing when a few paces were between the two.
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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 17, 2006 17:06:38 GMT -5
A small redish orange fox darted along the hot sands of the desert, it sniffed lightly at a cactus then with another sigh collaped in the shade of the cactus, letting the cool shade renew her strength. She blinked her vivid violet eyes and let the cool sand cradle her.
How could I think I could ever cross this desert, why not just commit suicide, at least it'd be quick. Sure, she had to get to Silnosky, the elves said they needed her help, and she was willing to help them of course. But this infernal desert, she snorted, blowing sand up her nostrils she sneezed. Cursing a bit in a short and quick voice she closed her eyes and thought of the land she left. Deep emerald forests, violet sunsets and glassy black rivers. Why did she even go? What could one shapeshifter do to help the elven race? She thought.
She stood and cocked her head, a voice had interruped her placid thoughts. She darted forward, and eyed the wavering figure of a woman who looked like her head was on fire at first glance, but with closer inspection she saw that she just had wild red hair. Much like my mother, she thought.
The fox sat on the ground, still in the shadow of the cactus to avoid being burnt by the merciless sun. She curled her tail around her body and watched this woman, what was she doing in the desert? She thought.
"More importently, what am I doing in this desert?" She asked no one in particular.
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 17, 2006 18:21:22 GMT -5
A shifting red form brought the young witch's attention to a lone catctus from the corner of her eyes. What was this? A fox? In the desert? She thought silently, emerald eyes darting from the elvish warior and the animal. Though a puzzled look was pasted on her features, she forced a small smile revealing only good intentions.
"What's this now?" she asked lightly, beginning to walk away from the other. She hadn't anwered quite yet anyway. So the witch tread lightly in the sand, slippered feet sinking with every step. "A fox, in the desert? That doesn't seem right." she added, her mind embracing the pleasent curiousity. The red headed woman slid lightly down the side of a small dune before skidding to a stop at the bottom.
"What are you doing her sweetie?" she asked gently, making a gesture in the air as if puoring water in a cup. Oddly enough, though not odd to her, a shallow bowl appeared in one hand and filled with water. Though there had not been a bowl there before, nor had there been a pitcher or cantine in the woman's other hand to pour water from.
But water was water, and a kind gesture was as it is. The woman set the bowl on a small lump in the sand near the fox and just barely touched by the tip of the cactus's shadow.
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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 17, 2006 18:52:34 GMT -5
The fox looked up, violet eyes peircing. She cocked her head, why would someone act with such kindness to an animal? She thought and cautiously stepped forward. Her padded feet left naught a trace of her passing except a shallow imprint. She sniffed the water and nudged it experimentally, then, satisfied took a drink, her pink tongue recieving the water greatfully. When she had drinken her fill she looked up.
"Why?" She asked, a simpled question, though, from a fox?
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 17, 2006 19:20:42 GMT -5
Not even slightly taken back from the sight of a talking fox, the witch only smiled.
"Would you know the way out?" she asked hopefully, having longed to have her questions answered and promptly. She hated the desert, already her fair skin was turned red from the burning light of the desert sun. "To a city, maybe. Or a river." she then added, trying to explain her quest a bit more. The unusual was usual to her, being a witch and all.
One got used to the strange, especially when one happened to be quite strange as well. The witch paused, removing her black slippers from her aching feet. She rubbed the limbs while emptying the shoes of their vast content of sand. Before the sand could burn her feet anymore, she slipped them back on quickly, sighing in relief.
"I hate this acursed desert." she muttered under her breath darkly, eyes narrowed slightly as she glare at the offending sand. Snapping her head up, she turned to look at the fox once more. "What exactly is a norther, enchanted fox doing out in the middle of a desert, I wonder?" she inquired in a whimsical tone, voice rising and falling most musically.
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Post by Aubry The Odd Oo on Jan 18, 2006 18:53:31 GMT -5
The fox snorted and sat again, tail curling around her body and coming close to tickling her pink nose.
"I am not an enchanted fox." She sniffed. "I am a shape-shifter thank you very much, if you don't know there are few of us left. The way out is west if you'd like to know, and you are in the desert of Nerox, just south-west of Derox so I suggest unless you want to be killed you leave." She said smartly, her ears twitching, listening for anyone else who might be wandering the desert.
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 18, 2006 19:58:16 GMT -5
"Hmmm... A rather snippy fox, aren't you? Well, a shape-shifter would be a magic being. Magic is enchantment, so I was not completely wrong in my first statement dim-wit." the witch snapped glaring harshly at the offending animal. "And I was bestowing kindness on you, but now I don't think I want to anymore. You ought to know not to offend a witch, we have such little patience with idiots." she added just as infuriated.
She muttered something, the water in the dish below her turned to ash and the bowl to a thick, long serpent. It hissed menacingly, flaring the flaps on it's head. A cobra, perfect for this acursed desert. It's long, thin, scarlet tongue flickered between it's two sharp fangs. The young woman looked terribly offended, and crossed her arms over her chest while tapping the sand lightly beneath her with her right foot.
"And thanks for the directions," she added in a honeyed voice, though dripping of sarcasm. She looked up at the sky briefly, seeing the sun and instantly knowing where west was. For it was easy to tell the directions by the sky, as any good traveler would know. And so she turned to her left, West, leaivng the snake and pile of black ash by the fox's muzzle.
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Post by Eluna the Illusive on Jan 18, 2006 19:58:44 GMT -5
||Wow. She's mean today, no offense aubry.||
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Post by actsonimpulse on Jan 18, 2006 20:24:50 GMT -5
Rei trudged on through the sand. She hated this. Then a thought struck her. Why not just call Sarrif? Her flying pet. No it was not a dragon, but more a scaly dog looking thing with red feathered wings. At least thats the shape it had taken upon arriving on this planet. On her planet it was... a cloud. She had spoken with Sarrif after the departure of her planet and the arrival here. He explained that he looks different on every planet. It was quite strange to her, but she accepted it and moved on. She drew in a painful breath of humid, hot, shimmering air and whistled, she whistled a foreign haunting tune that only Sarrif recognized.
Sarrif perked up from afar. He knew that whistle and was sure that was Rei. He'd been dubbed her guardian from birth. Rei was also the only one who had treated him with any form of kindness. He spread his breathtakingly large wings and lifted into the air, rushing to Rei.
Rei collapsed in the sand, everything hurt and the sand burned her face. She pulled up the trenchcoat and used the collar as a pillow. She refused to remove the coat because she wasn't used to such a sun and knew that she would be burned. She was immortal, but she was vulnerable to fatigue. If Sarrif didn't come soon.... She didn't know what would happen. She wouldn't die, but she would lay there in silence for the longest time, unable to move or fall asleep. She would most likely just have to wait until nightfall before she could rest, but she didn't want to lay there....
Sarrid swooped down, alarmed at the scene. He knew that Rei was unable to die, but she looked colse to it. He landed next to her and tried to get her onto his back. "Rei... You're gonna have to help me here. What were you thinking going into a desert in the first place? Do I have to watch you all the time now? Come on...." he argued. Rei just rolled her eyes and plopped on top of Sarrif's back, not having the strength to argue back. He looked around and saw a small fox like shape in the shade of a cactus. His sight being sharper than that of a human or Athron folk. He rushed over ((being somewhat of an animal himself)) and offered her a ride to where ever she was headed. He knew she was journeying somewhere or she wouldn't be out on a desert. With the midday heat, he knew she would not make it in time. "Do you need to be somewhere fox???"
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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 18, 2006 22:43:21 GMT -5
((Most of my characters are mean, it's just the way they are. heh))
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