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Topic Started: Jun 15 2014, 09:45 PM (35 Views)
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Deaths Lady
(06/15/14 13:54:28 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to ALL: After a long stretch of solitude in the compound, the quiet I usually revered had grown suffocating. I longed for something more. Some unnamed thing sat on the tip of my tongue as if waiting to be discovered. I sat now beneath the shade of an awning. Eyes of palest jade shifted slowly, my gaze sweeping over the sands of the arena and up into the stadium seating. It seemed the stands were never empty and the sands always ripe with fresh spilled blood. The roar of the citizens elated by the promise of violence, blood and death was always deafening. The people were mad with it, this blood lust. It was contagious, it seemed. I could feel that energy...wild and raw...so thick it nearly crawled across my skin with its phantom touch.

The dark forest of curling hair had been drawn back in a series of intricate twists, accentuating the artful slope of high cheekbones. Ribbons of obsidian curls framed the small of an oval face, delicate features were set with an unreadable expression but the eyes drank in everything within my proximity, revealing an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Robes draped a slender frame, regally poised, my arms rested along the curved-rests of the comfortable seating. And while it seemed I watched the men upon the sands in their dance of battle, my gaze constantly sought through the sea of faces....always searching....

The dance of battle was intense, the hammering of blade into shield as each man tried to be faster than the other. A series of brutal thrusts as blade met blade lifted the chant of the people, their voices united in such a manner that it seemed even the Gods would hear them. But I was blind to this in that moment as I realized something..... there was only one face I truly wanted to see.....and it was not present. That single thought held all the weight of the world in it. And try as I might, I could not keep sadness from my face. A frown slowly spilled along the curve of my lips, my gaze then returning to watch the men fight.

(06/15/14 14:13:18 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to ALL: The fighters moved with deadly stealth despite their heavy, well muscled frames. The evidence of their hard training and experience revealed in their skill with wielding a sword. It was hard to tell just who was the agressor in this match. This drew my attention, allowing the chaos of my mind to fall silent. The rarity of such was embraced and the thoughts that were haunting me fell away as I lost myself to the visual aspects of the fight.

These fighters were vicious, holding nothing back. Their weapons manuvered in such a manner that should a blow land, it would be deadly. The hunger for victory was etched upon the chiseled features of each man. The bronze skin of their faces glistened with sweat, fierce eyes burning into one another. Their mouths moved but their words lost to the chorus of the crowd, one could only assume they goaded one another to anger, each trying to gain the upper hand.

My gaze was transfixed as I watched the pattern of their steps. Turning and twisting with the dance of blade on blade, their cries drowned by the sea of voices that lifted to shout encouragement to their favored fighter. It was an impressive dance, dangerous and the display of such brutality had the citizens roaring their lust for violence.

(06/15/14 14:30:41 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to ALL: As time progressed, it seemed the taller man would emerge victorious. His stamina never seemed to fade, instead with every blow, every thrust his confidence increased. He moved faster, harder, determination written on his face with the smug curl of a grin that screamed villian. He cleaved his sword down with such strength the shield of his opponent cracked, the splintering of wood fragments rained upon the sand. That sound called to mind a distant memory.

A flash in the back of my mind, the ricochet of the door of a small hut as the weight of an axe landed. So vivid, I could smell the old wood. My fingers curled softly around the armrest. Eyes, blue and feral, revealed themselves in the darkness of my mind. And the fear of that moment was relived. Lovely features were schooled to a false serenity but once more my gaze haunted the faces of the crowd.....I sat taller, pulling myself forward to cover that unease, drawing on natural confidence and charisma. Reserved and calm, despite my inner turmoil, outwardly nothing could be seen but the quiet beauty of a woman whom appeared much at peace.

(06/15/14 16:17:57 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to ALL: In truth, that single memory had bled slowly into another. My gaze was fixed, seemingly watching mesmerized by the murderous intentions of the men warring on the sands. But it was not their deadly dance the held me, perched nearly on the edge of my seat, rivoted in place.

Vacant, glazed eyes stared beyond those men as a storm of memories played in my mind. Feelings crept and coiled, nested among those recollections, with the slow and contrived slithering of an ost preparing for its venomous strike. I could feel the promise of that single lunge that would sink fang into flesh....

There was the singing of metal as blade scoured against blade. The screaming of the crowd when finally the faster fighter swung his sword, hacking down into the curved neckline of his opponent. Arterial blood misted the air, the greedy sands of the arena drinking up the life spilled upon its shifting granules. So much blood. The crowd roared with life, so many standing to their feet to stomp their triumph. But I heard nothing of this, saw nothing.....
Edited by Valia, Jun 15 2014, 11:21 PM.
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Deaths Lady
(06/15/14 17:10:22 )



.V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T.
First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to [.One of Many.]V A L I A: -Time had been spent away from Sulport and even when returned, I had hidden away within the confines of my compound. Any injuries I may have sustained during my absence, were now healed up in full. I wore black boots, leathers and layers of animal pelts in a variety of winter shades. I stood seven feet tall and weighed 330lbs of Evil. Eyes of frosted solitary blue cast that Feral glare of Mine around the Arena in search of You.-

-My favoured bearded axe of the North was hanging from a leather sling at my left hip. It's turwood haft 3ft in length and the cutting edge of the steel head was 11inches long. I often changed the head of the axe, but the decorated shaft remained forever the same. My left hand rested absently against its neck, but my right hand rose to scratch at the thick and wild growth of stubble lining My jaw... Eventually, my gaze fixed upon you with a silent scowl... 35ft from your right side.... Large strides began to cut that distance down...

(06/15/14 17:26:58 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to .V O L S T A G G of S U : I was sitting alone, the small square seating box cast mostly in shadow by a strategically placed awning of Sulport-blue. Your view would be the profile of that delicate face. It would appear that I stared in awe, my gaze fixed on the sands, though I was truly lost to thought and memories of times not so very long ago. Robes of white fell in splendor from the perch of narrow shoulders, the darkness of hair swept back in a series of intricate twists, allowing the waving lengths to fall freely down the line of my back. The frenzy of the citizens in their sport filled the arena with a deadly energy, a dark force that seemed suddenly further fueled. As if I felt the landing of your gaze, my eyes were drawn in your direction.

Dark curls framed the small of an oval face like wild vines. My gaze locked with yours for what felt a small eternity. So light and lovely, those haunting eyes of pale green burned with the vitality of life and now stared at you for what seemed a small eternity. I shifted forward, rising to my feet, grace in motion and the accordion-pleating of the white robing spilled softly to both conceal and haunt the contours of my body with motion, sandaled feet hidden beneath never-ending length of all that material.

(06/15/14 17:38:09 )



.V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T.
First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to [.One of Many.]V A L I A: -I was a tall Northerner, and my strides were swift. It would not take me long at all to cut that distance down. I noted the white robes and the style of your obsidian hair. Darkness and Light. I heard the roar of the crowds, signifying that something exciting was taking place on the golden sands below, but I did not turn to see. My eyes locked with your own and I neared you just as you rose to your feet. Without a word and the second I was within reach... my hands snapped up and out to grasp your neck, as though I was about to claim your breathe and choke the life out of You. But instead I pulled you towards Me. My fingers claiming that throat whilst my thumbs brushed roughly against the line of your jaw on either side, to crank your head back just in time for my lips to ravish Yours. A rumbling growl seeping from my mouth as your own lips were parted by the invading flick of My tongue.-

-Eventually, and with a fair amount of effort. I withdrew from the stolen kiss and my eyes fixed within yours with the wildness of a larl.-

“Don't do that Again.”

-Of course I was talking about your vanishing act. And though the kiss had been born of passion, it had been fuelled by aggression and my hands tightened around your neck in a brief flex before they finally fell away and it was then, that I finally looked towards the sands to see who was fighting... It looked as though the fight you had been watching, had just come to its end.-

(06/15/14 18:02:07 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Arena-]
Is watching a clash of steel or dancing with death upon the golden sands where heroes fall and Legends are born.

says to .V O L S T A G G of S U : As though conjured from my thoughts, here you were. The man, in the flesh, who had for so long now haunted the darkness of my mind. Yours was always a commanding presence and you barreled towards me with the swiftness of a destroyer of worlds. The roar of the crowd was nothing compared to the sound of blood rushing through my veins, my heart beat like the pounding of drums so that I could hear nothing else. The tiers of my lips parted slightly with an exhaled breath as the thickness of your fingers claimed the slender curve of my throat, the exquisite features of my face given to your sight as I was forced to look up. For that single breath I was aware of nothing but you. The feel of your hands on me, the intensity of locking gazes before your mouth fell on mine....cruel was the passion you inflicted on me with that single kiss, my lips yielded to yours with an unrealized want and a passion flamed to life such that it burned away all the pain. Everything around us faded to black. I melted into you, my hands slid up the thickness of your forearms to cup those hands that held me, clinging to you in such a manner it might seem I feared being torn from your very grip.

"Don't let me."

Those words, lowly spoken in dulcet tones as soothing as falling rain. A smile holding the warmth of the sun was slow to bleed upon trembling lips. Your kiss had left me shaken and the high contours of cheeks colored in shades of muted red. The brief tightening of your fingers at my neck stole from me a whispered breath and as your hands fell away, so too did mine. I had no want to disappear and the truth of it gleamed in the lingering gaze that swept your face as you watched the fighters. That I was in awe of you was so well masked, but in that fleeting moment my vulnerability was revealed. My gaze shifted from you to the sands so that I could not be so easily read. There was much that I kept hidden, so deeply that perhaps even I had yet to realize.


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