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Post by Mitichi on Jun 23, 2018 22:48:08 GMT
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It was always "Don't speak to anyone from outside" or "Be careful, you are the youngest" day after day. Then, everything was followed by the elders using the fact that she was the youngest to take advantage of her, control her and think of her as a small small child. The only thing she should be careful of is her getting angry enough to actually do something. But then again what would she be able to do, her powers are useless except for making her feel good and she ignores a part of herself, a part given from her dear father, a part that she is scared of. In agitation, Iris kicked a small rock whilst walking, but that failed too, her feet skidding across the top of the rock. She groaned, giving up on expressing her anger for now. In a few minutes she would be able to sit down amongst the ruins and stillness of the old temple that fell with the rest of Lerenthia and draw her emotions away. In small drawings, at least.
It wasn't that Iris wasn't thankful for what everyone including the elders have done to protect her. They are the reason to why she cant still contact her dear sisters, still see and create beautiful creations. Without their protection she'd be as good as dead. However, as much a she had a soft spot for everyone in Lerenthia, it got annoying at time when all they could see was the helpless young princess who couldn't control her powers. Iris despised the fact that she wasn't able to control them. For the longest time she has begged the elders of Lerenthia to help her or have someone teach her how to control her powers, but they brushed it off always mentioning that it was either too dangerous or no one with that skill was still alive.
Her mind was so lost, that she didnt notice that she had reached her destination. She smiled at the sight of utter ruins and no one in sight; no one ever came here. That reason alone gave her a reason to spend most of her time here, amongst the ruins of this old temple. It was completely abandned. She made her way past pillars to her favourite spot, but as she got closer she swore she could see a shadow of someone... or rather something, she wasn't too sure. Sure enough as she peered at the new arrival from behind a half broken pillar she saw that someone was there. A quite handsome man, who looked to be in deep slumber. A deep slumber of pain it seemed, as he had a grim expression on his face and parts of his body were covered in wounds. She hadn't seen him around the city, but couldn't ignore just leaving someone in pain. She cautiously approached him and let her drawings turn into small herbs that she knew were good for healing. She figured if she were to try save herself somehow in the future with her limited powers she could focus on little things like herbs or ingredients for potions. She fused herbs together, rubbing them onto his wounds. Its good that he's asleep, that would have stung if he were awake.
Once she had finished, she sat back and studied this new person. Even in sleep, you could see he was very attractive but for Iris the feature that impacted her most were his black wings. Just like big sisters wings... Without thinking she shuffled closer and slowly bent down, placing her head on his one wing just like she used to do to her dearest sister. She sighed into the wing, quickly pulling herself away after going back through her memories for a while. She gathered pieces of wood to light a fire to keep this someone warm, and began to make her way away from the old temple, once again stepping back onto the dark path.
[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jun 24, 2018 19:01:30 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ This world was strange. In all its magnificence it also had some of the largest atrocities people were just by appearance and the blood that ran through their veins. Something they had little control over and yet they were thrown into a cruel world that thought their existence as something disposable something of little worth. He fought and survived, his life was taming and controlling. Control his urges, hide in the shadows prevent anyone from getting close. Prevent the world from shattering but in truth he wanted to end this world and help it shatter into millions of pieces. He often left his home in search of information, to seek revenge on those that gave him a fate he had no choice in. He wanted revenge, he wanted freedom one where people wouldn't look at him in fear or in awe. He just wanted to live alone in solitude, wanted to feel how it felt to live like the others here. Yet he stood apart, alienated for something he couldn't control at some point he had to decide if he allowed this to make him weak or use it to build his strength. Instead of feeling sorry for himself he found the strength he needed to keep pushing forward, if people were to look at him they would come to fear him. He would get his freedom even if it meant he would destroy others in the process. Soro had enemies, it was something he didn't lack in. Any mission any adventure meant he could return injured. He found a place to rest outside his temple, his eyes heavy from the trip his mind haunted by the things he did in order to gain his freedom. He hated the monster he was becoming but it was the monster he needed. He fell deeper into slumber his magic slowly healing any wound or cut, but what broke his deep slumber was the feeling of being touched. Of small shaky hands touching his body, rubbing something against his wound that made his skin flinch. The young girl stood, he felt the warmth leave his side. As she walked away his men stopped the person that had been helping him, he heard their murmurs as they spoke between each other as to what they would do with the person. They flung the person over their shoulders followed by muffled screams as they had gagged her mouth so her screams wouldn't be heard. He could smell flowers though it could easily be from the field he also smelt a faint sent of paint in the air around him, before he could open his eyes and fully awakened whoever had been there had disappeared. He rose from where he sat resting, he looked down at his wings the feathers messed up as if someone had touched them. He spread his wings bringing them closer to his face he could smell that faint scent again and it just agitated him. He walked through the field and straight towards the temple following the sounds of his men down to the dungeon. For some reason his anger only increased when a small breeze brushed against his wing that had been touched surfacing the persons smell once again. He rushed down the steps loudly, one of his men rushed to him to greet him in a bow only to get kicked backward making him fall on his ass. Soro reached down and grabbed him from his shirt pulling him up and close to his face. "Which idiot touched my wing."
The men quickly made space and pointed to a cell with a young girl sitting inside with her mouth covered stopping her from talking. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the young girl. Why was she here, and if anything why did she touch him instead of running was she some kind of assassin? Though from the fear in her eyes he didn't think so, so he remained quiet and headed over to the cell opening the door and walking in. He knelt in front of her grabbing her wrist so she wouldn't run or shuffle as he untied the gag releasing his grip on her and standing back up. |
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Post by Mitichi on Jun 25, 2018 12:51:01 GMT
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The cell was dim and quiet, her kidnappers and others gathered around her cell, as if waiting for someone important. She looked around for an escape route, one that she could use without bringing much attention to herself. Her sketchbook was still on her, most likely because they didn't think of it as a weapon but just something she used to draw in for her enjoyment... which was partially true until she could learn to control her powers more.
Suddenly, everyone's attention was directed towards the stairs, were you could hear someone rushing down. Amongst the crowd of guards she could make out a figure which looked very similar to the one she had bandaged... and he looked very angry and agitated. Suddenly, as she watched him kick a guard across the room she felt much more comfortable in her dark cell room. Though this day was just not going her way apparently, because the attention was brought to her and the previously injured man came at her, realising her from the gag. She didn't trust this overwhelming presence and shuffled away into the corner of the cell where it was darker. So that's what I get for trying to help someone Iris scoffed, no one really appreciating her help. Orphaned children mostly took what she had to offer and ran, scared someone would take their only chance of survival. She wanted to speak out and do something about this situation but she was too scared to knowing that there were much more guards that she could handle, and talking wouldn't get her anywhere, as she saw previously with the guard ending up on the floor. For now, she'd remain quiet and watch this presence before her, being both interested in him but weary too.
[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jun 25, 2018 20:45:40 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ He looked down at her confused why had his people brought a young girl and imprisoned her in one of his prison cells. He remained in front of her though he knelt down turning his head to face the men standing behind him. His hand fell on her sketch book picking it up and turning around to face them. "Are you kidding me." He pointed to the young girl and it was obvious he was pissed. "You think she will kill me with this book?!" He clenched the sketchbook though he didn't break it in half even though he could. He just grew more agitated at the stupidity of his men. "Now she knows I exist. It's not like we can let her go!" He threw the book towards her landing in front of her. "Use your f****** brains for once." Thunder and lightning clapped outside more frequently making rain pour down outside. "Leave!!!" His voice bellowed in the dungeon, his men running upstairs frightened that their leader would go to far and actually harm them. "Don't. Scream." He turned and faced the girl cowering in the corner wanting to get away from him. Of course, he frightened her. His men had captured her and he had shown only anger and violence. He sighed trying to remember how to be around people, to tame his anger and to just be normal. When had the last time been when he could show some form of kindness. "Look." His tone was still harsh, still had a hint of violence. He sighed the lightning striking louder outside. "I can't let you leave yet. But nothing will happen to you, but I need to know you won't tell anyone about me." Any gentleman would have extended a hand, helped her up and urged her to leave when she had a chance but he wasn't a gentleman. The breeze carried the smell of rain but also brushed against his wings making her scent hit his nose once again. "Why did you come here? Why did you touch me while I was resting." He tried to keep himself calm, he looked out past her to the outside world the sky enveloped in lightning and thunder for once not of his own making but he liked the sound.
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Post by Mitichi on Jun 26, 2018 17:42:53 GMT
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◥◤ Never mind what she said about not regretting saving him. She regrets it now. She watched with anger as he screamed at his men, holding her precious sketch book so close to being broken in half by that single hand that she had healed using the little magic she had to draw the herbs and treat his wound. This anger was immediately dismissed by even more fear as lighting and thunder bellowed from outside to withing the stone walls of this cell she could escape. She pushed herself into the wall even more, to provide her with comfort of being closed off, of having someone else by her side rather than a very angry man. Someone like her sisters. Back when she still lived with her whole family, before the murder occurred, whenever there was a huge storm both her sisters comforted her. Giving her physical comfort and words of warmth. She heard the man speak, his voice oddly calming compared to the storm outside... Except whenever he seemed to get irritated, the storm only grew larger. "W-Why would I tell anyone about you? If anything, now I should tell someone about you since your people kidnapped me," She looked at his fierce eyes, changing her mind," But, I guess I can tell no one, it's not like most would believe me." She was looking at the ground now, but when he asked her the one question she was waiting for, she almost scoffed and looked at him directly. "If you didnt know already, I didn't come here out of my own will but if you mean the temple-" She was cut off by the sound of thunder and lightning, trying not to wimper in front of a complete stranger, "if you mean the temple, I go there frequently. No one is ever there and it looks abandoned to a normal eye, not inviting so when I saw an injured you I was really surprised. And I touched you in your sleep to help you. You were injured, so i helped with your wounds by bandaging and massaging herbs into them," Iris finished with a huge sight, a feeling of proudness overwhelmed her. She was able to say a whole sentence whilst keeping her voice steady in the middle of a storm. That didnt help her trembling though, her hand barely being able to hold onto her sketchbook, so she placed it at the side of her hip, deciding not to tell this stranger that she could actually use the sketchbook to perform magic. She might need it later, and she wasn't about to hand it over. [attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jun 26, 2018 18:34:25 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ The more she answered the more he was certain she knew nothing of him or the place. A foreigner living in Azelania with the misfortune of falling into his home. "I would prefer you didn't bring people here. Unless you would like to have death on your hands" That statement held so much meaning that she had yet to figure out. When she continued he smirked with some relief hidden behind it, he wasn't planning on keeping her hear but he would end her if she was a threat to him, to his men and to the revenge he desired. He watched how she reacted, she wasn't just frightened of him. He watched as she would slightly jump, her words would stutter whenever thunder or lightning clapped outside. She was frightened by it and he only aggravated that fear as it reacted to his emotion. It was obvious, it was his norm. Everyone feared him and he accepted it and even brought it on himself, people fearing him meant they would think twice about betraying him. He listened to her speak, she visited the temple for isolation? She looked normal, she didn't exude evil nor anything to be feared so why was it a young girl chose to be apart from others. There was more to her than she spoke, more than she showed but he neither cared to ask nor did it really matter to him. He tried to keep his temper at a moderate level so the thunder and lightning would become less frequent giving her some time to calm herself. She found him and wanted to heal him? His brow raised, this girl was either completely pure or stupid. No one in Azelania would heal a stranger more so one that looked like him especially if they were alone and could hardly defend themselves. He contemplated letting her just go but he had to be sure. He walked over to her slowly and bent down staring at her with his head tilted slightly. "I don't remember my wing being injured." He waited for her reaction and shock probably thinking he had no awareness as to what exactly happened while he rested. "Is it often you do this? Treat wounded males and rest against their wing? Or did you rub yourself in it. Smells like you." He didn't seem annoyed if anything he was very curious as to what exactly went through her mind.
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Post by Mitichi on Jun 29, 2018 0:27:59 GMT
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He was too close for her comfort. She never liked to have people close, ever since her family was murdered. She never like having anyone close... except her sisters. Her sisters and her comfort. That's exactly why she touched his wings. But she didn't expect to leave a smell on him. What did she smell of anyway, she hoped good stuff. If not, that'd be very embarrassing. It probably was bad, since he doesn't look very happy with her smell on him. How sensitive is he to smell anyway? Or was he just very territorial of his wing...what a strange obsession. She was distracted from her useless thoughts by him making the remark that she treats males and lies on their wings as if it was dirty. Her brows furrowed, if her life wasn't in danger she would have walked off by now, not being bothered to deal with his rude remarks anymore. But she couldn't.
"No your wing was not injured. But if you didn't notice, other parts of your body were, which I helped heal so at least a thank you would be nice," Iris began, the thunder a lot calmer now, allowing her to speak more confidently, like her usual self. Though his tilted head near hers made her self conscious, so she chose the floor to look at, much better than into a strange mans eyes, " And no I don't do it often, not much at all actually, only for orphaned children who didn't chose to be abandoned. I did it because... because it reminded me of someone."
She hesitated saying the last part. There was no reason for him to know it reminded him of her sister, so she replaced it with a simple 'someone'. He didn't seem to care much about what she had to say anyway, he just wanted to find out why she touched him and why she was here. Clearly he still hadn't caught up to the fact that his men dragged her here by force. Only if he knew she was a princess, the youngest one to add. She quickly shook that thought off, even if he did, it wouldn't get her out of this situation like it did when she broke something back when she used to live with her whole family.
"Also, don't worry, I wont tell anyone about you. For one I treasure my life even if it is bad sometimes, and secondly I have no one to tell you about, Unless orphaned children would be interested in a story." She said, looking at the floor even more than ever.
[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jun 29, 2018 17:08:25 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ It was refreshing, that attitude of defiance of wanting to stand up for herself even under the circumstances she was in. He had to hand it to her, she had backbone and it gave her a good impression at least. If she had coward or if she had acted completely meekly than he would have known something was up. Then the truth came out, his wings had reminded her of someone and although he wanted to know more about her origin he wasn't one to ask. He continued to listen as she spoke and couldn't help but wonder what exactly had brought her to Lerenthia, it wasn't the best place for a young lady like herself to be alone.
"Somehow I don't think you are living in Lerenthia alone." He wasn't completely heartless, he had still retained something from his past but the reality meant he had to be careful. No matter how much she didn't seem like a threat he had to ensure his safety but he also had to see if she had any information if she was any value to him. He sighed hating this part of his life, he extended his hand in gesture for her to take it and follow him. He headed upstairs not really looking behind to see her following, he could hear her footsteps. He frightened her but he also frightened everyone else. As they went upstairs the noise became louder, people were drinking and singing some had drunk so much that they danced around the temple hall some asleep on the floor. He sighed, kicking them to get up as they blocked his way. He pointed to a table with food and looked at Iris making sure didn't try to run. "I think it's pretty obvious but I'll say this just in case. Don't try running." He watched her for an extended period of time making the hall quieten as they watched their interaction wondering what their leader might do. He signalled someone to come over, a zerix of some sort in elegant clothing walked over slowly bowing her head to Soro. "Look after her." He left the hall a hand in the air as if waving at her. He would see her again but for now he just wanted isolation, he headed up to his room the door closing behind him as he fell onto his back on the bed staring at the ceiling. He was no where near closer to finding his sister nor having the revenge he has desired for so long. The female Zerix glared not at Iris but at the others in their company as if they were too interested in her, all wanting to ask their own questions. One in particular held something to his face, trying to make the swelling go down from earlier. She looked towards Iris and just took a deep breathe sighing before showing her to a table to eat. "Don't worry no one will hurt you unless you die of boredom."
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Post by Mitichi on Jun 29, 2018 21:38:27 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat][newclass=.hug_much]width:345px;padding:16px 15px 16px 15px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/4Rc9GII.jpg');border:1px solid #bcbcbc;[/newclass] [newclass=.much]width:320px;padding:10px;border:1px solid #bcbcbc;background:#ffffff;padding-bottom:30px[/newclass] [newclass=.image]width:320px;height:160px;position:absolute;background:url('http://i.imgbox.com/OK0JwntA.png')[/newclass] [newclass=.much_border]width:300px;height:140px;border:5px solid #ffffff;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.much_text]width:250px;margin-top:195px;line-height:1.3em;text-align:justify;font-size:9.5px;font-family:calibri;color:#343434;padding-bottom:25px[/newclass][newclass=.much_text b]font-family:georgia;color:#343434;font-style:italic;font-size:8.5px;letter-spacing:0.4px;[/newclass][newclass=.alive_much2]border:1px solid #bcbcbc;padding:12px 25px 10px 25px;;font-size:7px;font-family:PT ono;letter-spacing:1.7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:194px;text-align:justify;background:#ffffff;line-height:1em;color:#a2a2a2[/newclass][newclass=.alive_mucha]border:1px solid #bcbcbc;padding:5px;width:246px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/4Rc9GII.jpg')[/newclass] [newclass=.lemcred]width:300px;height:20px;font-family:montserrat;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#232323;[/newclass] [newclass=.lemcred a]color:#323232!important;font-family:montserrat!important;font-size:9px!important;text-decoration:none!important[/newclass] [attr="class","hug_much"] [attr="class","much"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","much_border"] [attr="class","much_text"] ◥◤ Iris let herself be taken through the place at where the person seemed to stay in along with his other men. It was much better than staying in the cold cell, which echoed the sound of the now calmer storm so well. She didn't know where exactly he was taking her, but she heard laughter and loud talking in the direction, so she figured it must have not been some sort of creepy room. Even if she wanted to escape, since she had a good opening, she knew she wouldn't be able to. Not enough magic, not enough distractions, not enough strength nor courage. The room he had seemed to bring her to was a much different scenery to her dim lit, cold and stone walled cell. There were many people gathered in this hall, all of them excited and loud. As both Iris and their leader walked into the hall, many went quiet feeling their presence. She was quickly handed over to a beautiful woman, who's presence shone above Iris'. Her hair was dark, her blue eyes standing out against her darker colours, perfectly fit with her pale skin. When she showed her to a table with food, Iris was very hesitant to eat the food. Would it be okay to eat it? She looked around to again, watching as men and women took from the tables, putting food and drink into their mouths and enjoying the taste. For the people that were her supposed kidnappers they looked much more cheerful from before. She extended her hand to take some of the food, taking small bites from the fruit she chose. She watched those around her, how uncomfortable she was rising with the second. Once again she tried not to stand out much so chose a shady part of the hall, somewhere where the woman could still keep an eye on her like ordered but hopefully have the other eyes from the people in the hall away. A child came up to her, her hair similarly dark to the woman standing near her. She knelt before the child, giving her best smile in a situation like this.
There was no hiding that she had a soft spot for children. Many reminding her of herself before her family was taken away from her. Her sisters did such a good job in taking care of her, even though she was the darker one in the family powers taken from her father. She wanted to do the same, her sisters being her driving force and admiration. [attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 1, 2018 19:29:43 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ Laila watched, she observed quietly wondering how that young girl had gotten Lerenthia. She didn't fit, she was a foreigner it was obvious, the way she looked her unique characteristics.. Most living in Lerenthia were of Zerix heritage, the young girl before her was no where near a zerix yet she could see some familiarity though she could also see resemblance to the aira. She was curious but she would never ask, curiosity would end up getting her dead or worse. Someone like Laila wasn't allowed the same freedom as others, she was a single mother living in a city with no rules no one to govern no one to keep the criminals away from the innocent. She had learned that first hand, she was forever being watched by people in Lerenthia and yet there was no other place she could raise her child. While the young girl ate Laila rested her head on her hand as she watched her young daughter running around and helping the other members of Soro's group pouring them drinks and smiling brightly. An ard'en a child that was of mixed blood belonged no where and yet she had found a place to call home. Soro had accepted them and even allowed them free reign of the temple as well as having his protection no matter where she went. She felt indebted to him especially with how comfortable her sweet daughter felt with everyone, a safe place for her to grow and to learn. Her daughter was a free spirit, her heart always open for those around her. To her everyone here was family, she didn't fear their strange characteristics or their sometimes brutish personalities. With her they changed, they cared for her even in their drunk stupor they always insured they never frightened her. Laila watched as her daughter ran over to the strange girl, she looked up at the girl with large doe like eyes and just smiled her grin wide showing her teeth some missing as she still grew. "Hello!" She spoke loudly smiling as she ran and hugged the young girl, Laila was unlike most mothers she knew her daughter not only had her powers but that of her fathers. She knew her daughter was protected by the gifts that were passed onto her but also from the eyes surrounding them. While all stopped eating they continued their conversations but their eyes would track back to the two girls keeping a close eye on the outsider. She let go of the young lady and just smiled extended her small hand and did a small curtsy. "Nice to meet you! My name is Nuriko!" She smiled as she waited for the young lady to introduced herself, Laila smiled proud of her courageous daughter and just watched from a distance. "Want me to show you around!" Some men voiced their opinions telling young Nuriko it would be too dangerous to show someone unknown around but all she did was stick her tongue out and pull her out of the hallway running away from people chasing her playfully. She giggled as she ran through showing her different rooms as well as the bathroom which was a wide room with a large pool the water misting up the area as it ran hot. Next she showed her the indoor garden and just laid down on the ground the followers around them all dark hues of blue or purple. "Soro made this place so mummy and I could have somewhere to relax. I'm not allowed out too often" She said with a frown on her face and she leaned up her legs crossed as she looked up at Iris.
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 4, 2018 13:49:30 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat][newclass=.hug_much]width:345px;padding:16px 15px 16px 15px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/4Rc9GII.jpg');border:1px solid #bcbcbc;[/newclass] [newclass=.much]width:320px;padding:10px;border:1px solid #bcbcbc;background:#ffffff;padding-bottom:30px[/newclass] [newclass=.image]width:320px;height:160px;position:absolute;background:url('http://i.imgbox.com/OK0JwntA.png')[/newclass] [newclass=.much_border]width:300px;height:140px;border:5px solid #ffffff;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.much_text]width:250px;margin-top:195px;line-height:1.3em;text-align:justify;font-size:9.5px;font-family:calibri;color:#343434;padding-bottom:25px[/newclass][newclass=.much_text b]font-family:georgia;color:#343434;font-style:italic;font-size:8.5px;letter-spacing:0.4px;[/newclass][newclass=.alive_much2]border:1px solid #bcbcbc;padding:12px 25px 10px 25px;;font-size:7px;font-family:PT ono;letter-spacing:1.7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:194px;text-align:justify;background:#ffffff;line-height:1em;color:#a2a2a2[/newclass][newclass=.alive_mucha]border:1px solid #bcbcbc;padding:5px;width:246px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/4Rc9GII.jpg')[/newclass] [newclass=.lemcred]width:300px;height:20px;font-family:montserrat;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#232323;[/newclass] [newclass=.lemcred a]color:#323232!important;font-family:montserrat!important;font-size:9px!important;text-decoration:none!important[/newclass] [attr="class","hug_much"] [attr="class","much"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","much_border"] [attr="class","much_text"] ◥◤ She scoffed at the men voicing their opinions. What, was she going to kill the child? Firstly as a prisoner, that wasn't the smartest thing to do, she'd get herself killed. Especially since this child seems to be very special to everyone, and her mother is none other than the woman assigned to look after her. Besides, harm a child? Give the child the same trauma she had to go through? She didn't think so. Iris let herself be carried around the place, surprised at how well kept it actually was. Where exactly she was she didn't know but if it was the same abandoned temple she used to go to that would be a very big surprise. The girl finally stopped running around when she brought Iris to an indoor garden. It was pretty, for an indoor garden. She listened to the girl intently, picking up an unfamiliar name.
"Soro? Is that the persons name that brought me up to the dining room?" She asked, getting her confirmation afterwards. That brought her to thinking about him and his name. The name Soro reminded her of the word 'sorrow', and he himself looked sad at times. That is if he wasn't kicking people across the room. She looked at the little girl in front of her and smiled at her seeing her frown because she wasn't able to go outside much. Iris found herself relating to this little girl, being free to roam around Lerenthia but never further. She smirked. "Here come closer," She whispered to the little girl, taking her sketchbook out, "Now listen, this is a secret between us two, you cant tell anyone. Soro, the men or your mother, okay?" Looking around twice, she began to sketch out beautiful flowers of different kind, and with her little magic she brang them to life. Next she filled them with vibrant colours that shone in the dark, making one sit in Nurikos hair. Nurikos face lit up with delight, her eyes huge and happy. Her cheeks became rosy with the excitment. She sketched little yellow butterflies that flew over their heads, sitting on their arms and on the flowers. Iris was proud of herself, this being the reason she kept on practicing her powers. To create beautiful things and someday light someones day up, just like Nurikos. She smiled and closed her sketchbook the flowers and butterflies disappearing. "Thats enough for now, remember you have to keep it secret," Iris said, rubbing Nurikos hair.
[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 7, 2018 16:11:02 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ Nuriko watched entranced by the magic Iris could control, it was so beautiful to see creation forming in front of her. When she heard her voice again followed by the sketchbook closing everything she had created vanish leaving only small fragments sparkling against any light that hit them. She smiled and stuck her pinky out to Iris promising she would never tell anyone and keep it their personal secret. She hugged her tightly and smiled before leading her through the rest of the temple.
"Come on I'll show you the rest"
The walk down through each corridor showing her the different kinds of places within the temple. "This place used to be the home of the kyra of death. He was kinda worshipped in Lerenthia, mummy says they worshipped him as he symbolised a new era as he would choose the new ruler and bring Lerenthia back from ruin." She spoke so casually as if it didn't bother her in the slightest living in a place meant for a royal being that gave so much hope to so many. "Mummy said the aira feared him.. They separated him from his twin and started the war of the races." She brushed off her dress making sure to clean all the dust on before tip toeing to grab a door handle and open the door. "This room is uncles!" Soro had been laying on the bed trying to clear his mind and settle the rage that was only building further after another failed attempt to infiltrate an enemy camp. More causalities and injuries for no reward. He let some kind of growl rise up his throat as he grabbed a vase by his bedside and threw it at the wall opposite just as the door opened. "Eh oh be careful. Uncle has tantrums." Soro sighed realizing who it was and rushed over not paying attention to Iris when he knelt in front of Nuriko checking her for any cuts. "What have I said Nuri.""mmmm don't scream?"He pinched her ear and pulled her closer teasing her. "Try again Nuri" "Iris!! GRAB Something and run!!" Nuriko playfully shouted Soro looked up and noticed the young girl from earlier. He let go of Nuriko and sighed as he rose up towering both of them. "Out you little monster. Don't make our new guest a monster like you" For the first time in a while he smiled at both the girls mostly Nuriko. He was unsure of any stranger near him but for Leyla to let the girl close to her daughter she couldn't be that bad. "NUUU come play with us then read to me!!!" |
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 7, 2018 19:13:31 GMT
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[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough [/div] |
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Post by ICE'LIAREA on Jul 7, 2018 22:33:53 GMT
i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ❝ That was all he needed, more people in his private quarters.. Without being invited. He sighed and just rubbed his neck awkwardly at the appearance of Nuka as well. His eyes narrowed at the three girls and just sighed in annoyance and tiredness. "Nothing happened, nothing ever happens." He picked up the fragments of the ground from what used to be a vase by his table making sure he picked them up correctly avoiding any cuts from forming. "I'm tired from my trip, the men downstairs decide to kidnap a girl bring her here and now she knows about the temple not being oh I don't know the ruins everyone sees." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he was trying to calm a raging headache and calm the anger he felt, thunder picking up once again outside followed by rain. "I need time to think. Please just leave me be." He didn't wait for them to leave he just turned his back to them and headed back to his bed dropping onto it while closing his eyes trying to figure out his next move what he would try next to reach his end goal. But also what was he going to do with that girl. Before they could leave he leaned up his shirt slightly open from all the rolling in bed. "Actually wait." "What was your name again?" He looked passed Nuka and straight to the young girl that Nuriko had gotten so fond of. Before she could speak Nuriko spoke for her. "Her names Iris uncle!!! and shes awesome you should play with us when you feel better!" His expression softened at Nuriko and smiled faintly. "Maybe Nuri, Iris where are you from exactly and please don't say Lerenthia. I know everyone born of this land" |
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Post by Mitichi on Jul 19, 2018 17:10:40 GMT
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Iris' breath shortened as the question was asked. Well not really asked, more like a command to tell him where she is from. This didn't offend her how it usually would however, she knew Soro was the leader here and whatever he said was done. Just like a leader should. She thought of her father, one of the best leaders in her eyes. Not only as his role as leader, but his ability with his powers, what he tried to teach her before everything was taken away from them. Though she respected Soros position as leader, he could not know where she was from. That was a secret and she could not share it so easily.
"Soro, right..? I'm afraid I can't tell you much of where I'm actually from, but I can tell you I currently live here, in Lerenthia," Iris spoke, keeping her voice steady. Rather, she couldn't go anywhere else but Lerenthia, she would never be allowed to leave. She had to be protected, stay away from those who wanted her dead. All this coming from people who were assigned with the job to protect her. And yet she was here, by a kidnapping. Iris hoped Soro would understand and not ask more about where she was from, anything but that. Hopefully, he wont start throwing vases around the room as well, she thought nearly laughing at her own thought.
Iris got used to solitude pretty easily, and didn'd particularly desire for anyone's friendship. So she found herself thinking to herself quite a lot, commenting to herself on the weather, how the elders beard had bits of food left over or wondering how her sisters were doing. If some knew, they might have thought of her crazy, but she didn't mind. She didn't need anyone's thoughts on her, she was perfectly fine on her own. Even in this situation she was in currently, she wasn't particularly panicked, maybe scared, but not panicked. As long as her sisters were fine and she didn't do anything wrong she should be fine.
[attr="class","alive_mucha"] [attr="class","alive_much2"]-- I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough |
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