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| Valia | Aug 3 2014, 07:45 PM Post #1 |
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Deaths Lady
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08/03/14 12:18:26 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-Market-] Is at the market, a large open square of stalls in the heart of Sulport. Vendors flock around you trying to sell the many different and exotic wares on offer. says to ALL: Many days had come and gone. Every day had been like the last until they'd all just bled together into one very long and endless existence. It might seem that I wandered aimlessly through the market, eyeing the various stalls and booths of the vendors. However, the path I had chosen was deliberate. My pace was leisurely and the stride one of a natural inborn grace. A fostered patience had settled upon the lovely vision of aristrocratic features, those eyes of pale jade missed nothing. Not only taking in the vendors, their wares but too the many faces among the throng of citizens who went about business as usual. The one thing that never changed and always held true was all the more obvious in this moment. Life goes on. There were muted exchanges of greetings and pleasantries. I was there, but I was not. Once a tidal wave of apacolyptic thoughts, feelings had drown me with a constant hum of noise, but a silence had claimed my mind. It seemed to me that noises were louder, the colors were brighter and Sulport had become more dangerous than ever. I could feel that I was being watched and there were some who did so without discretion, their eyes haunting me with silent questions that even I had no answers too. Rumors were deadly things. And I did nothing to confirm or deny any of them. And that act drew suspicions of treachery and lies. There was the soft clink of the keys at my belt as I strode along. And though it seemed I paid little attention to anyone, I listened to the conversations as I passed. I paused at the stall of the seamstress, turning the bolts of various fabrics over and running my fingers along the weave of the material in inspection. All the while I listened to the low conversation of two Sulportian guards speaking of a raid on the compound. The compound had been mostly barren and its emptiness had haunted me in the night. I could not remember exactly when it was that I had started saying in the apartment above the office, but it had become home. And now it seemed, it had been a wise decision. I kept my back to the gaurds as I continued browsing through the wares...listening. I could think of only one man capable of putting down the men who had been left to guard the compound. A chill slid along my spine, the icy touch of death played over my skin. (08/03/14 12:45:15 ) [.Deaths Lady.] V A L I A |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-Hall of Sulport-] Is within the Main gathering Hall. Surrounded by the warmth of the many blazing fires and scents of freshly cooked food oozing in from the kitchens. Gentle music dances through the air from the roaming lute players. The Hall is mostly for residents of Sulport and any uninvited guests will be stopped by the guards at the doors. says to ALL: There had been a time when I thought I was never safer than when I was within the walls of Sulport. The pretense of shopping was dropped as I turned from the stall, my steps quickly eating up the expanse of ground so that I could put distance between myself and the guards. I had heard enough to form my own conclusion. There were few that had a kind eye for me these days. Many knew I had considered leaving and now watched to see if I would be an oathbreaker. In the end, I discovered I could not do it. Somewhere along the way, Sulport had become home. I had given my word and I would live or die by it. There was nothing more that mattered. It was habit now, a second nature, my eyes wandering over the faces...searching. Searching for the constant among them that was never to be found. It was the not knowing that ate at my nerves, set me on constant edge despite the calm and regal demeanor that was my mask. It was a confusing thing to see life moving on around you while you yourself are stuck, standing still. I was the puzzle box, the riddle.... that had no answer. If I could learn to accept that, perhaps I would live again. Without realization, I found myself ascending the tall stairs that led up to the hall. The black linen of my refinery billowed in my wake, like a shadow that clung to me painting everything in darkness. Quietly I crossed the interior of the hall and tucked myself into one of the tall chairs. As I sat, I pulled the length of braided ebon tresses over the crux of my left shoulder. It had grown so long that hung heavy and serpent-like along the curve of my ribs to coil in the seat beside me. Once I relaxed back into the embrace of the chair, I exhaled softly, allowing my eyes to close. Memories flashed in that momentary darkness and I struggled between watching them play out and opening my eyes so that I was not forced to see them, to remember. Willowy limbs came to laze upon the armrests as I inhaled a deep breath, gathering myself. I was content to sit alone in the shadows and perhaps learn more about what was happening. |
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