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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 28, 2009 1:40:48 GMT
There was a familiar whistle of the wind, hollow in all its glory as it traveled intangible between the columns. Near the base of one, a white figure kneeled, frozen in time it seemed. It was a statue made from the whitest of marbles. It appeared as if she had fallen, leaning against the base of the column, staring off into the distance, wings lowered behind her. The statue wore a dress that flowed beyond her dramatically. However...this simple statue had a presence about it.
Then suddenly, there was a rustling that broke the silence. The statue lost its former stoicism as it rose from the ground. As it rose, the dress lost its former stiffness, to become a actual flowing gown that hung gently amongst the curves of said statue. It gained the color of the most royal of blues, accented with gold, creating a beautiful contrast with the white. The once inconspicuous statue now no longer belonged amongst the columns...but her blackened eyes and emotionless eyes seemed just as inhuman as before. The statue looked up to the sky with what an air of hatred. As if it was her fault she was here. Soon after it appeared to sigh heavily...as much as a statue could.
Anasi knew exactly where she was and knew there was very little she could do about it. Though...she had grown to despise the dream world and the form that it provided for her, yet moved forward none the less, suddenly on a mission beyond her sullen deposition. Her slinky dress flowed beyond her...almost angelicly.
And it began...once again.
For once...she wished that she could feel at peace with herself. That she may not start off so dejected. She was also almost always alone. It bothered her...even though she was surrounded by the strangest of things. The beginning of the dream was almost always the same. She would start her every time...the forest of unknown skies, as she would call it. From skins to UFO's (unidentified falling objects), if you looked hard enough, you would find it. After walking across what looked to be a stuffed cat, Anasi found herself to be overcome by the scent of unknown origin. Looking up again, she saw that there were roses falling from the sky. The peculiar thing was that they were withered blue with orange polka dots.
Did this place never fail to surprise her?
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Post by shou on Jun 28, 2009 10:47:24 GMT
A fierce gust of wind sent the roses in the sky spinning. From a sea of swirling fabric the finely dressed wind spirit arose to fix his appearance before a hand held mirror he plucked from a low branch of a tree. Finally, the strand of hair that he could not fix was fixed into place, giving Shou an all too happy glow of contentment. Once he was done, he examined the small mirror. Flipping it around he saw that the back was decorated with variety of vibrant blue and yellow flowers that looked to be a strange mix of a lily and a poppy. Shou took one glance and tossed it aside where it burst into a puddle of water.
Shou lifted his head and took notice of his surroundings for the first time. He was so intent of searching for a mirror that he had no idea of where he was. Was he in the mists? Who knew where someone would end up there. But he could be in the first square too, he had heard that it looked something like this but he was not too sure. As he looked around his dark eyes were caught on a moving statue.
His first though was something along the lines of 'amazing' and 'how interesting' which then moved onto 'I wonder if she knows where I am'. Shou almost laughed at himself, statue's can not talk. But, then again, they can't move either. Shou stepped closer to the statue, feeling the familiar sensation of his mind tuning out.
"Excuse me." Shou stood beside the statue, bowing his head slightly. He wanted to ask how the statue could move and if she could talk but the inability to contact any form of control left him with his strange version of mental autopilot. "Do you know where this is? I'm afraid I am a little lost."
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Post by Alphanse von Sin II on Jun 28, 2009 11:35:31 GMT
Stoic Not to be Stirred
Ask around, and people would never have considered me stoic. In fact the very notion of it, would peak their interest, wonder why one would even ask that about me. Question whether the Alphanse they all know and love would act differently out of their company. I have that certain effect on people, they always want to learn more of me, always aim the spot light in my direction.
Outwardly, i seem to enjoy it. Precisely why people would react in such a manner, if ever the question of my stoicism would be posed. But that is only for show, an illusion I create to hide my true emotions. I can be in fact called stoic. Zeno of Citium in the early 3rd century BC, first and founder of the stoics, considered destructive emotions to be the result of errors in judgment, and that a sage, or person of "moral and intellectual perfection," would control such emotions. I never show my true emotions, they've always been walled in.
...I'm like a statue
The sound of horse' hooves echoed through the expanse of the First Circle. A figure came into view, it was a man, armored in sleek burnished gold, his helmet was worked to look like a crown, and the single horizontal eye-slit on his face guard exposed nothing of his face, except shadow and two glowing eyes- white, like the manner of steel, when it was newly pulled from the blacksmith's furnace. A majestic golden long bow, was grasped firmly in his right hand, while his left held unto the reins of his white horse. The horse in itself was already an exquisite creature, lithe slender...the kind of animal built for speed and balance. It was brilliant in it's whiteness, the pillars were grungy compared to it's coat.
The rider's name was Conquest, and he rode through the forest of high rising pillars, with a purposeful nobility...almost as if he were some sort of Lord. [white]"Strange, this place...yet exquisite"[/white] said Conquest, his voice flowing and articulate...the kind you were sure could attract followers at a whim.
Conquest passed behind a pillar, and upon passing it to the other side, he no longer was the same in appearance, he could not even be called Conquest anymore. His smooth, burnished armor had changed now. It was heavy-armor, studded, spiked, and crusted in dried blood of old enemies. His helm was horned like a demon, and the vertical grills exposed eyes that blazed like flame, while embers spewed out with every exhalation he made. He carried a gigantic broad sword upon his shoulder, it looked too heavy for any one man to carry but he was completely at ease. The final thing was his horse, it was no longer sleek nor slender, nor even white. It was a beast of corded muscle- a War Horse-, armored like it's rider and the color of newly spilled blood. Flames spewed from it's mouth perpetually, mushrooms emitting from it's nostrils- his name was War.
He lifted the gigantic sword off his shoulder, and in a movement as effortless as breathing he swung a wide arc to his side. The blade of his sword touched nothing, but the sheer force of it began toppling hundreds of pillars, causing them to crush against each other, sending a plume of dust smoke into the air. War, returned the sword to his shoulder, seeming to be unimpressed, perhaps even disappointed. [red]"Exquisite, bah!"[/red] more gouts of flame erupted from the grills of his helm like a small volcano eruption as he spoke. [red]"Utterly useless...why do you move around these stone trees Conquest? I could fell them all with a few more swings and we can traverse in the quickest way possible...straight through."[/red]
He morphed again, Conquest returning in all of his shining glory. He inspected the destruction wrought by his brother. [white]"I prefer to be more subtle in my workings, War. And besides, we're in no particular hurry are we?"[/white] War came back to his surface and gave an audible scoff.
[red]"I guess not..."[/red] as soon as he finished speaking, Conquest returned. He rolled his eyes, it wouldn't have been noticed through their white luminosity, but he did. He pulled on the reins of his horse however, when he noticed something at a distance, roses swirling violently as they were carried by a swirling gale...if they could even be called roses. They weren't like any roses seen on earth, but then again this was as far from earth as one could get.
He kicked the flanks of his white-horse, and the creature sped forward with the grace of a gazelle, eating leagues in a single step...almost as if flying, space meant nothing to his horse. He made extremely little time before he arrived right in the middle of the peculiar shower, he let go of the reins just as he plucked a falling rose right out of the sky.
[white]"Now War, tell me this place is not exquisite."[/white] it wasn't War that answered however, it was yet another one of their brothers- Famine. He no longer, wore any armor now, save for a golden mask worked to look like a skull, his eyes were hollow and empty. Wild white hair spilled over his back, like the mane of an ancient lion. He wore flowing gray robes, that which a priest or an ancient scribe would wear. Once again, his horse also changed...not the slender horse of Congest, nor the battle horse of War. This horse, was black as night, with ominous red eyes. It was a work horse, the sturdy and stocky horse used in the fields, from sun up till sun down. The hand, which did not hold the rose from Conquest, instead carried an ornate golden weighing scale.
Famine placed rose unto one side of the scale, and weighted a moment before the instrument calibrated itself. The end, showed that the rose was much too light, against what exactly it couldn't be sure. [black]"It's too light...it may look pretty, but it counts for nothing."[/black] he said, his voice was course, like gravel mixed with broken glass. A sound caught his attention and he immediately looked up to see two others, a winged marble statue and a man dressed in ancient Japanese garb. The rose grew slightly heavier on the scale, whenever an object led to an experience it always grew in value.
Famine left of his own accord, forcing Conquest back to the surface. Famine, never liked to be the first to meet new people. Conquest was slightly surprised to have his form abruptly thrust to the surface. [white]"Some warning in the future, would be appreciated Famine,"[/white] he said in an obviously annoyed manner. Famine didn't reply however. Conquest dropped the rose to the floor, and let his horse canter towards the others slowly. His hands gripped upon his golden bow, ready for it to be used just in case.
[white]"Good day to you both, I assume it's day...I can never tell, when I'm in this realm"[/white] that brilliant voice of his, which magically seemed to draw others in, echoed quite vibrantly.
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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 28, 2009 13:29:23 GMT
Anasi jumped a little as her tunnel vision gave way and she was met by a tall youthful figure. He appeared within the rain of roses within the area. He appeared to be of what the real world would call Asian descent, but...were there really those kinds of distinguishments here in the dream world? Anasi had seen many things within this realm that sent her mind a flutter that she ignored it and then realized that she was being addressed with a question. Her dark eyes of coal slowly began to lighten to that of a dirty diamonds as her mood improved a little. She usually found herself traveling alone through the confines of the dream world, but for the first time in a while she felt the need to socialize. Even though she lacked the ability to speak.
Blinking a few times as he spoke, she knodded to his question if she knew their location. Her blank face played traitor to her intelligent eyes that seemed to smile a little. Though, as much as she wished she could vocally express to him where, she could only reach up to her throat slightly and shake her head slightly. She was trying to imply that she could make no sound, nor whimper.
None the less, they were interrupted by the sound of stone clattering against stone and a terrible shaking of the ground. Anasi didn't know what was going on, but she began looking around a little and off into the distance she could see an up burst of dust and dirt, but no cause. She then looked to the man beside her for acknowledgment of what had occurred. From what she had come to know of the dream world--these stone pillars were pretty solid...she wondered what may have uprooted them, but soon they were met by a possible cause...
A majestic white mount and his golden clad rider made himself known. He trotted onto the scene as any knight in shinning armor would--especially in the books Anasi read when she was a child. Generic hero, check. Damsel in distress...enter stage right! Or maybe not....Though she had to agree, the sky always seemed so...neutral when she arrived.
Picking up the blue skirt of her dress, the statue curtsied to the new arrival as if to say good morning in return. Though she had to say that curiosity got the better of her, because she found herself point questionably in the direction which he came.
/Did he cause all this trouble?/ she thought, giving the rider a once over
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Post by Alphanse von Sin II on Jun 28, 2009 14:31:15 GMT
Conquest turned his head, towards the direction where the female statue had pointed her smooth stone arm. She was pointing no doubt at the disaster that War had left in his wake, honestly that brother of his could not seem to keep subtle for the life of him. But then again, war -not the rider War, but war in itself- did destroy everything behind it, so how could it's representative horseman not do the same? Conquest turned back towards the statue, and he placed his gauntletted hand behind his crowned-helm in embarrassment. His glowing white eyes watched her intently at first, inferring that she could not speak, for her lips remained locked together, not gaining that seemingly human fluidity, that the rest of her marble form had been able to imitate.
He lifted the golden long-bow into the air in front of her, as if to imply that his preferred choice of weapon could not do such damage as that. [white]"Havoc does not comply with my manner of things, dear lady...I'm afraid I'm not the one responsible for that."[/white] his voice was as benign as ever, one would no doubt feel as if they were talking to a king or a pope, or both put together even. Of course in a way he was, War had did that, and although War was his brother, an entirely different aspect...they commonly shared one body. When War had swung his sword, Conquest had done the same thing.
Semantics really, the truth, except lined with gold while the coal was chipped off. War had been dominant then, so for this instance Conquest decided to interpret it as his innocence. Conquest was never built completely on truth. The Catholic church warped the beliefs of those they converted, to better suite their needs, Hitler used the idea of a superior race to fuel his own regime...history proved that conquest was not built on a strong foundation of truth, but something else.
[red]"You're lying through your teeth Conquest"[/red] called out War's mocking voice, although he didn't force his form to the surface, and merely spoke to his brother through the part of his mind, that was common and shared between the four of them.
[white]"No I'm not...I'm simply making the truth less ugly."[/white] replied Conquest in defense of himself.
[black]"The filtered truth is as good as any lie "[/black] that was Famine's voice next. Always quickest to judge, Famine was, always the quickest to see the fault in others.
Conquest rolled his eyes again, it was truly irritating when his brothers became like this, forcing their views on him. They all knew there was a fine line separating the four of them, they could never be alike even if they tried. [white]"Why don't both of you, leave the more diplomatic proceedings to the one who can actually do it? Emulate Death, he's always silent"[/white]
[green]"..."[/green] as expected, Death didn't reply again. He was always the quiet one, the passive one. But also the most determined...if it was your time, then it was your time. Death didn't care for sentiments or the unfulfilled dreams, he was separate from the rest of them like that.
[red]"Bah, diplomacy! It's merely what the weak hide behind"[/red] interjected War rudely.
[black]"Of course, that would be your opinion..."[/black]
[/b] Famine, replied switching his allegiances without warning, Famine was always like that, never straying too long as an ally, but keeping forever as an antagonist. [red]"What did you say Famine! I'll tare you limb from limb![/red] shouted War, his temper was always so quick, always so easily incited. [black]"Doing that to me, would be the same to doing that to yourself...idiot"[/black][/b] and there was Famine again, always spiteful...always hurtful. [white]"Enough...from the both of you"[/white] called out Conquest, and the others followed, albeit muttering to themselves. Some order needed to be imposed, and Conquest always viewed himself as the most mature, the leader. [white]"Now leave this to me...if it ever comes to a fight- God Help us it won't- then I'll let you take the reins War...then if we need to judge, the reins are yours Famine...agreed?"[/white] although Conquest could not physically see them, he knew both of them nodded. Conquest finally turned back to the statue and the ivory-robed man, before his spoke...summoning more of his illustrious voice as he could. [white]"I am known as Conquest...might I have the pleasure of learning your own names?"[/white] he remembered that the statue could not speak, and he held his hand forward before an arrow of white light materialized in his palm. He extended it to her. [white]Apologies, my lady...i forgot that your lips were tempered, this arrow can burn into the air long enough for you to write it."[/white] He just held it there, for her to take if she wanted to. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by shou on Jun 29, 2009 6:59:54 GMT
Realising that the statue could not speak, Shou promptly began searching for a pen and parchment from within his voluminous robes only to have his attention snatched away by the sudden fall of a cluster of pillars. The shaking of the ground caused Shou to momentarily lose his form, making his appear a blur of colours in a vaguely human shape.
There was a troubled inkling at the back of Shou's mind showing concern for any one that may have been caught under that but the poor spirit was never able to think clearly when he had unfamiliar company. Again, at the back of his mind, he made a note to find someone who could cure him of this insufferable trait.
By the time he saw the shining rider approach his appearance had stabilised and was able to bow in greeting. "Good day to you to, sir. Yes, it is day in this realm..." Shou trailed off at the last word. Realm? Currently being mentally incapable he had no idea of the significance of that word. His mind worked furiously but he held a pensive and serene exterior.
He watched the statue omit her silent question then slowly turned his head to the horseman. If the sudden change in his voice startled Shou then he did not show it, he kept his calm exterior till the horseman's argument subsided and introduced himself. "A pleasure. My name is Shou." As he introduced himself he kept a weary eye on the shining arrow. The line 'burn into the air', whatever it meant, was a just cause to be cautious for a wind spirit.
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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 29, 2009 11:27:22 GMT
Well, it seemed her accusation was wrong. The golden horseman was not behind the fall of the pillars, but it was strange none the less. He must have at least seen who had done it? Bah, it wasn't that important, as long as no one is hurt she supposed. Turning back to the moment at hand, it was sharing time now it seemed as names were being pronounced. The man dressed in white with the beautiful long black hair was Shou and the man a top the magnificent steed was Conquest (a strange name that was, or at least, in her honest opinion it was).
The two figures waited silently for her to give her own, but what should she say. She went to a school where many different students all came here. Shou and Conquest could quite possible be any one of them, taking the form of someone who she sat next to every day. The statue had never thought about it before, considering, she could not speak. She just assumed that no one would dare want to know her name. Alas, she had to give them something or it would be rather rude of her...
Taking the arrow between delicate fingers, she finally had came up with something. Anasi turned slightly and wrote gently upon...the air, as awkward as that sounded, the name "Avea." When she was a little girl, her grandmother gave her a doll, that she named Avea. She had worn a blue dress similar to hers. That very memory had come to her unexpectedly, but it would now aid her through out the remainder of her time here at the academy. Just as "Avea" was about to hand the arrow back. She wrote a little quickly underneath, "I am heading to town. In need of parchment. Join me?"
If the two of them were truly lost, she could at least guide them to where other people were. Her wings did not ait her very well in the mist of the columns and she often found herself dizzy when flying. Her sparkling diamond eyes now looked to the gentlemen before her awaiting an answer, her wings stretched absently, shedding a few stone feathers.
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Post by shou on Jun 30, 2009 11:20:18 GMT
There was not any real danger regarding the arrow, if his mind had not shut down then he would have realised that there was not much that could hurt an ancient wind spirit, nevertheless Shou felt some relief when it had no effect on him when Avea used it. It might have disturbed him a long time ago, when he was still young, but now only elemental magic of the highest arts could cause him to distress, not that any one had reason to. If they did, Shou would make sure that he was on good terms with whoever it was. So far he was thankful not to have met any one like that.
Shou stood with one smooth hand overlapping the other smiling gently at Avea. Almost upon reflex he pushed a lock of black hair behind his shoulder and accepted her request with a nod of his head. It was only later on did he realise he could have just asked for directions and fly off and avoid the need to socialise. Usually, Shou was a very energetic and almost a childlike personality, but upon meeting people he was unfamiliar with he would crawl into a cave within himself and let some strange and wise power take over.
Shou wondered how well a stone statue could fly after noticing her wings. Regardless whether or not someone was skilled in the art of flying, Shou found that most people welcomed his help. "I could assist you if you mean to fly," Shou held out a hand. Not for her to take but to demonstrate that he conjured the current of air that pushed up against Avea's wings, giving her an easy ascent if she needed it. "Only if you don't mind."
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Post by Alphanse von Sin II on Jun 30, 2009 17:47:46 GMT
From the corners of his eye, Conquest watched the being who introduced himself as Shou. It was a good thing his eyes were hidden behind a glow, and his face behind a helmet, so that no emotion of his could really be sought out. Conquest knew how easily emotions could betray one, and be the cause of their fall. The main reason that the being caught Conquest's attention was because of his reaction with Conquest's magical arrow...well it couldn't exactly be called magical, in truth Conquest didn't know what to call the power that he and his brothers ran on...it's was the apocalyptic evil energies...purely theoretical in it's entirety, and impossible to study especially in a place like this where scientific boundaries were all but none existent.
But still, the reaction of Shou against the arrow, though everything in itself was minimal. Conquest could read it like a large banner or a detailed tapestry. The way he stiffened, the edge of what could be called caution -perhaps even fear- when he heard the words "burn through the air". You couldn't really blame Conquest searching the ivory clad man's bearing for any signs of weakness...it was in his nature as the white rider who was to topple lands and rulers. He was tempted to materialize another arrow, one that was more potent and charged with the torrential apocalyptic energies that he and his brothers wielded. But he stayed his arm, he was more intelligent and more cunning that outright fighting...who was he War?
[red]"I heard that you prissy bastard!"[/red] suddenly boomed War's voice from within the confine's of Conquest's head. Conquest couldn't help but chuckle slightly to himself, it was really difficult to let your thoughts wander to far, when you shared a hive-mind with three other people...entities...what have you.
[white]"Apologies dear War, it was only a slip of the thought..."[/white] answered Conquest, a slight tiny of amusement edging his tone. War wasn't amused however, and merely grunted a reply.
[black]"Avea...heavy name, i don't know why. Heavy with lies...heavy with meaning."[/black] suddenly came Famine's voice. Somehow he had been able to weigh the name. Conquest didn't know how his third brother could do things like that, or what they meant, and from what he was picking up from War, neither did he. But Famine did say lies, so there was a possibility that it wasn't this Avea's real name. Conquest smiled from behind his helm, another rule of conquest...never show your full strength at once. So he would play dumb for now, accept the name for what it was, and try to learn about it at another time.
Conquest watched as the statue aimed to return the arrow, but pulled back to write a new message in the air. "I am heading to town. In need of parchment. Join me?" the words lingered in the air long enough for Conquest to read before they faded away. He nodded his head to her, before he gave a deep bow from his horse.
[white]"I would be delighted, my lady...and please keep the arrow. You need it more than I"[/white] he recovered from his bow, smiling from behind his helm still. Of course, she needed it more than he, he could materialize any one of those at any given time, assuming the apocalyptic energies were existent (which they always were, until Conquest supposed the Apocalypse actually happened). Before he or anybody else could say anything else, the statue took to the air, amazing how stone could imitate flight. Some of her feather fell to the ground, and shattered just as stone was supposed to do. Conquest fought hard the urge to study her more, see how she could fly or regrow her lost feathers...of course he knew better than to try and apply science, he himself could fly without wings, and his horse could cover ten leagues in a few steps...it was best to leave things alone in this realm.
Shou stood up not long, after and offered his aid for Avea's flight. The next thing that came, was an apt demonstration of his abilities, wind related...amusing and interesting. The trove of knowledge before him, almost made Conquest's mouth water.
[black]"Conquest, you'll drown in your own helmet..."[/black] called out Famine, in that tone of his that seemed to say he just wanted to hurt feelings. Conquest was less volatile than War however and merely brushed it off. [white]"Brilliant skill, Master Shou...to control the very air itself! It truly intrigues me."[/white] said Conquest, once again he was tempted to use his powers, not the arrows this time. But his voice, give it enough power to be magically persuasive...to enslave this wind spirit and use his powers for his own interests. What were those exactly? Conquest didn't know...or at least not yet.
[red]"Remember Conquest, if a fight comes...it's mine! I'll burn him with my breath, before i rend him with my sword."[/red]
[white]"In time War, in time...but now he stays his hand from us. I see no fight"[/white] Conquest tightened his hold on the golden reins of his horse and tugged it slight. He enforced his will on his mount, and a cloud of shimmering light came upon the horse's hooves. Conquest kicked the horses' flanks and it reared and whinnied before galloping, although up in the air instead of forward.
Conquest made a couple of circles, around Avea and Shou, before pulling the reins on the horse to urge it to stop. He remained suspended in the air then, as if he and his mount were standing on some unseen platform. [white]"Lead the way then my lady, i shall follow you."[/white]
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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jul 2, 2009 14:28:16 GMT
(OOC: Lol...she didn't actually take off the ground, but that would be the next thing she did, so I will go with it Alpha)
It had been a long while since "Avea" had flown. She much preferred the sureness of the steady ground that the forever changing and sometimes traitorous acts of the wind. She fought the call of the wind with nearly every dream, afraid that she might topple form the sky and break into a million pieces. However...with the company she kept, it would be in her best interest to fly or she would be left behind in actual dust. A horseback rider and a man that seemed one with the wind--she had little to no chance of beating that.
When Shou first appeared in the scene she wasn't really sure what to make of him as he had appeared from nowhere, but it sort of made since now. One with the wind, the wind itself, or some kind of being, Avea did not know. Even though she fought it so, she had to admit that the wind felt amazing in her stone wings. Just because they were made of marble did not mean that she could not feel.
Looking down at the arrow that conquest had given her, she examined it with her cold fingers. She hadn't seen too many arrows in her life time, but from what she did know she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Though she figured that there must have been something of importance or something special about it. However...in the Realm of dreams...she had found that anything could happen...and well, this must have been one of those things. Avea held the arrow against her chest, nodding in thanks to the horseman. His kindness had come as somewhat of a surprise to her, but his regal tone reassured her. She nearly felt as if she owed him something...Who was he really? He seemed so important some how.
Alas, she was given charge of leading them out of the column forest and to the plains where they would easily be able to navigate where to go next. A soft current blew through the area, her wings feeling perky and a shudder running down her spine. Before she knew it, she was flying off in the direction the wind was coming from, hoping the two gentlemen might follow.
Sometimes she felt her wings had a mind of their own.
As she flew, she dodged many a falling object, which was a harder feat than most, seeing as her wings had so little room to maneuver between the columns. A rain of boots, a very strange potted item, a statue much like herself and even a door crossed her path. She prayed that nothing too big dared to fall upon them...
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Post by shou on Jul 3, 2009 6:21:04 GMT
Shou took a few steps forward as if walking up on a stair case and quickly ascended. His seemingly slow pace was lost in the speed and distance in which he travelled and with each step higher his appearance became burred and increasingly transparent. The air around could be felt swirling around the man, tugging and him and beckoning him to disappear all together, but seeing that he had company he retained a smudge of visibility so that they knew where he was. His heavy robes fluttered wildly then faded and blended with the wind and his long hair trailed and waved behind him like a flag. If they did not know better one could have mistaken him for a ghost.
When he came to Avea's level it was impossible to tell if he was stepping or not. Occasionally when his bottom half came into focus his sandalled feet would appear and move only to find that they would disappear again when trying to make sure. As he 'flew' he could feel the air slide through Avea's stone wings and pass around Conquest. Although Shou had not fully returned to his original state he could still feel the uplifting power of it rush though him with every time he moved forward. It was obvious to anyone who was watching that Shou had notably relaxed, he had to be careful not to lose himself.
While flying, Shou made no move to dodge the falling objects, some missed while others passed straight though his 'body'. He saw Avea in front dodging some obscure piece of artwork and sent forth a a gust of wind above her to blow away some of the lighter objects to hopefully ease her way. He would do more but if he did he might send her crashing into one of the many pillars. As skilled as Shou was in the art of healing he had no idea how to 'heal' a statue, if the worst came to be he would take her to a sculptor.
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