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Post by sebastionsamdei on Oct 14, 2006 8:07:07 GMT -5
There were some things that never changed. Despite the way the wind danced over the barren landscape in front of the inn to toy with the jet strands of Sebastion's hair. A quick shift of his chin stopping the teasing dance of wind through his hair. Onyx irises moved along the scenery not really seeing it. He had been a cleric for so long he no longer knew what he wanted. Disillusioned with what he found within the clergy he left to find the one thing that had brought him joy...Abby.
Alexis has been instructed to take Abby some where safe. A dark scowl etched upon his tiers as he looked over the area once more. When he caught up with that demon he would pull each and every wing from its socket. This was the safety she had brought Abby to? This was where she was to remain unnoticed until he could find her? Pale fingers curled into themselves. Talon like digits striking blood with the throb of anger that came from such thoughts. Slow deep breaths pulled his true form back under the heavy layers of normalcy that cloaked him. He was nothing if not disciplined, and being as chaotic as his race demanded would do Abby nor himself any good.
Deft fingers slid against the doorway that framed him. One booted foot keeping him aloft as he leaned into the frame. Broad shoulders resting against the wood as he tired to relax. Releasing the tension from his shoulders. Something about this place made him tense...less in control, and he didn’t like it at all. Not one bit. A slow roll of his shoulders as dark thoughts continued to spin within his mind and take place within his heart. He ignored the blood that fell in rivulets through his hand. It could be replaced. He had plans to make, and he would need to get to know the people here to execute them.
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Post by lance on Oct 16, 2006 9:24:22 GMT -5
Slap slap slap... the sound of bare feet coming down the stairway that led down from the balcony. It was actually more difficult for him to add sound to his footfalls than it was for him to move with the stealth he was so practiced in. He wanted the man to be aware of his arrival though... no need to startle.
Lance moved casually to the bar, offering a dip of his chin to the other if eye contact was made, and nothing if it was not. The teenager was something of a walking contradiction, his youthful and somewhat innocent features belying the steely quality held in his eyes.
Barechested, clad only in a pair of shorts that had once been pants, but were truncated rather haphazardly just below the knees, with frayed edges and dangling strings swaying slightly as he moved. His torso was covered with wounds that were still in the process of healing, and scars from those that had already healed.
Arriving behind the bar, he would set to fixing himself a simple glass of water. He wore a thoughtful expression, and his pale thin lips were drawn into a somewhat eerie smile, as if he were remembering something humorous.
The glass was raised to his lips, which upon closer examination, were gashed in some places, bruised. Placing a palm on the countertop and leaning forward, he finally adressed the man.
"You seem... lost." His voice was somewhat raw and rasping, and he coughed slightly, shaking his head and taking another gulp of water.
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Post by Tasia "Taz" Shadeborne on Oct 20, 2006 9:00:09 GMT -5
"Lost?" The feminine voice floated up from the floor near the entrance. Its owner sat splay-legged on the worn wood, leather and cloth made a small hill between her legs. "He looks more pissed than lost, I'd say." As she spoke, she chose a short woolen cape from the pile and proceeded to apply a thick needle to the device emblazoned upon its breast, tearing savagely at the stitches that held it in place.
Taz glanced up from her work and once more at the figure silhouetted in the doorway. A blue-black wing of hair escaped the twin bone shafts that caged it, to flutter against an angular cheek and cover the thin white scar that bisected it. "And," she continued, turning her almond gaze now to the youth, "he appears to be dripping," she thrust her chin in the direction of the man's hand from where intermittent drops of crimson fell. Taz hoarded the mound of clothing closer to her body, afraid that a negligent flicker of his wrist would have her scrubbing out bloodstains before long.
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Post by sebastionsamdei on Oct 24, 2006 18:56:15 GMT -5
( Pardon my absence an irl emergency presented it's self at a vastly inconvenient time)
Onyx hues remained upon the horizon for the time from the vantage point of the door way. It was still fairly early Abby would not be up yet. Though you wouldn’t know it by the greyness that enveloped the sky. It seemed to be threatening to rain. The wind seemed to grow colder as each minute ticked by. He had heard the man enter his the room though he was slow to turn around. Tearing his eyes from the outside he looked over his shoulder. A deep but wary nod was given to the gentleman. Noting his attire with the barest of once overs he soon allowed his eyes to look upon the bruises and gashes that marred his skin. Thick tendrils of darkness brushed along his chin as his gaze rose only to land upon the young lady who approached though his attention stayed upon the young man for the moment. A quick shrug of broad shoulders given as he tried to piece scattered violent thoughts together to think upon them later.
“Lost is something I hardly am, but if I was this would be one of those times. I have no idea where here is. I followed my charge, and I found myself here. I’m Sebastion. Have you just recently found yourself here the way I have, or have you been here for awhile?”
Darkness flowing to the hand that was bleeding just another example of how the area seemed to be affecting him adversely. She hadn’t been to wrong happiness was not one of his closer friends at the moment. He stretched out his fingers only to curl them back. A more formal bow was given to the young lady.
“A self inflicted accident I’m afraid. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. The atmosphere seems to be affecting my...self preservation. Tell me...Where is the closest forest?
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Post by Tasia "Taz" Shadeborne on Oct 27, 2006 22:49:41 GMT -5
Both brows crept up toward the flat plain of her forehead at the graciousness of his greeting. Taz was either surprised or impressed or more conceivably, a fine blend of the two, having seldom been a recipient of such simple courtesies. Her discomposure was brief, but long enough for the needle to skip in its progress and prick the soft pad of her thumb. She glowered at the offending digit before nursing it between her lips.
Eyes, sable in color, flickered back and forth between the males while she recalled her passage into these ruined lands. Slowly, she shook her head and finally releasing her injured thumb, addressed the doorway’s inhabitant, “I don’t believe I’ve seen anything nearby that would qualify. But then again, I haven’t been here long enough to have explored the land thoroughly.” Taz looked expectantly to the scar-ridden youth for a better answer, the chore in her lap momentarily neglected.
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Post by lance on Nov 6, 2006 11:43:34 GMT -5
"Sebastion..."
The name was spoken in a thoughtful tone, as if the youth recognized it but could not quite place it. Eyes were unfocused for a singular second before his attention returned to the room.
"Retrace your path up the road until you find the burned-out remains of an apothecary. Behind the building, or lack thereof, there is a path of sorts. Follow it, and you will find the forest..."
Dull gaze shifted between the man and the girl as he slowly moved from behind the bar, making his way to a seat. After his ordeal, he found himself more inclined to sit than he otherwise might be.
He despised convalescence.
Not feeling particularly conversational, he leaned back in the chair, free arm folding across his bare stomach. He took occasional sips of water, watching the two of them.
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