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| Moonlight-Zelda | Monday Jan 20 2014, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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Dusk was just beginning to set in. Although she hadn't been wandering along the riverside long, she was already exhausted. The blood that seeped down her side was more than enough reason for that, stretching almost to her boots. She drew a long, shuddering breath as she came to a stop, pressing her arm tighter against the ragged wound. Although it was more likely than not a serrated blade, she had no way of treating it. And so, her breath was beginning to come shallow. Yet, she started off again almost immediately. Someone clearly wished her dead. Only the why eluded her - as did a great many other things. Her cleaner hand threaded through her hair to push the long, buttermilk strands away from her face when the wind offered an abrupt gust from behind, pulling them over her shoulder so they would stay out of the way. A distinct feeling, there but not there, brought her to an abrupt halt. And as the moments passed, it grew more obvious. More of an impression on her mind, so to speak. A frown twitched the young woman's lips as she turned, her gaze tracking their - for there was definitely more than one - approach as the feeling neared. Each one was unique. Although she wasn't sure what she was exploring, were she to ascribe all senses to it, even the texture was differentiating. It was ... odd, yet didn't trouble her that she felt it in the first place. There were four, just as she had sensed. Emotion emanated from them at every turn, even from the distance between the treeline of the forest and the water where she stood. As they approached, however, it seemed their tune began to change. The pale wanderling slowly shifted her weight when she noticed the weapons, and took half a step back when the apparent leader stopped in front of her. Her petite proportions seemed dwarfed, to look at them. "... Who are you?" An almost bawdy laugh came from the man with the broadsword at his back. "I could ask the same of you - rude to ask another's name without offering your own, isn't it?" he chided, raising an expectant brow. "I ... can't." "... Oh? Why is that?" "I ... can't remember," she said after a long pause, her words soft and nearly swallowed by the flow of water. Yet she did not have to even glance at the others to notice them fanning out, adjusting to match their movements for what she could, what with her back to the water. Predatory. Their inclinations were not pleasant. Although her features were schooled against the pain of her near-mutilated side, it didn't quite sift out the uncertainty. That was encouragement enough, it seemed. One snorted under his breath. "Then what say we ... work around that, shall we?" A gauntleted hand shot out, snagging the front of her tunic. She stumbled with the abrupt jerk forward, catching his arm even as his other hand gripped her jaw, forcing it up. "I cannot say we've ever had a little renegade try to pull this on us before ... but perhaps you'd like to enthrall us with the tale of how you lost your sigil? Or did you not have one to begin with?" |
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| TheProtobabe | Monday Jan 20 2014, 07:55 PM Post #2 |
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The air was tinged with blood. Dark could scent it, like some sort of wolf-hound; his nostrils flared to take in the scent. Hm. A young woman had stumbled onto the Shade's territory--unlucky for her. The darkening sky made his blood pulse quicker. The sun was his enemy, but he reveled in the darkness. It was his sanctuary, a place where he felt he could become alive. A grim smile curved his lips, and a stone at his chest pulsed a blood red, like light held in a closed fist. It was the henko, a totem that both contained and exacerbated his power. It was responsible for the magnification of his moods, but it would also keep them in check if Dark ever lost control. It was something of a safety switch for his superior, Aaron. Aaron was another Shade, much older than Dark and much, much more powerful. It irked Dark to no end that he was subservient to another, but the overwhelming power and control Aaron had... Dark would be dead in an instant if he ever put so much as a toe out of line. It didn't mean the raven-haired man was obedient at all times, however--even the threat of pain and death could not hold back a rebellious soul. Something in the blood's scent stopped him cold, suddenly. There was... power in this girl's veins. A lot of it. Whoever she was, she was magic, and that meant that she was to be brought before either Aaron or Ganondorf immediately. "Bring her here," he hissed to several of his inferiors, and they nearly stumbled over themselves to comply. As powerful as Aaron was in comparison to Dark, the same went to Dark and the minions they'd been stuck with, tenfold. With powers of darkness and incredible physical strength, as well as stealth, Dark was not one to underestimate. On quick feet he followed his inferiors, staying to the shadows and in the thick of some nearby trees. Between branches he watched the girl stumble aimlessly, obviously weakened. Ah, but she was beautiful. Such a lovely maiden, and powerful. He smirked to himself, scarlet eyes narrowing. Perhaps he'd have a little fun teasing her. Ah, but what was this? As bumbling as he thought his guards were, he knew they were nigh impossible to sense if they tried to be stealthy at all. They were given some powers of the dark to hide themselves, but it seemed... it seemed the little blonde had sensed them. Cocking his head, Dark stayed himself and watched through the branches curiously. She was interesting, certainly. His pointed ears picked up on the conversation as his men approached her. Hmm... amnesia? Was she lying? He watched her for a moment and shook his head. No, she was showing no signs of telling a lie. Poor dear. She couldn't remember herself, which would only make it even harder for anyone to save her. Dark didn't truly feel much empathy for her, though--he could not afford to. Likely she'd be dead within weeks anyway, given Aaron's treatment of the mages that were brought to him. Dark hopped down from the trees with ease, landing on the balls of his feet like a black panther. His eyes scrutinized her like two burning-hot coals. "Gentlemen, easy with the lady," he chided the nearest man. His tenor voice was laced with mirth as he sized up the mage. Something about her was a bit... scary. Like she had the power to tear apart a building, but didn't know how. "No sigil, hmm?" He shoved the man holding her aside and took ahold of her himself, his grip firm and terrifyingly strong, but less painful than the other man's. It was like Dark was being polite in a twisted way, showing her that he could overpower her if he wished, but chose not to. A game of submission. "She's telling the truth. She doesn't remember who she is... which means you don't know why you don't have a sigil, am I right?" He asked her directly, his smile looking more like a snarl with just a few too many teeth showing. |
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| Moonlight-Zelda | Monday Jan 20 2014, 08:39 PM Post #3 |
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The amnesiac's attention was diverted with the approach of another, although not entirely. There was no mistaking the fact that he felt different, however. Not on a different level, per se, but most certainly in composition. Her grip on the first warrior's gauntlet tightened somewhat while the arrival came forward, quickly gathering the impression it was he whom she needed to focus on. The others stepped aside before he came within arm's reach, and the almost bruising grip on her jaw fell away. She'd scarcely moved an inch before that was rectified. He was quick, yet also observational. Although the gold, dragon-headed phoenix that dangled from the chain about his neck was at eye level before his intervention, she found herself looking at him directly in short order. For a long moment, the amnesiac was silent in response to his question. The acknowledgement that fell from her lips was soft. "You would be correct." |
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| TheProtobabe | Monday Jan 20 2014, 08:53 PM Post #4 |
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"Hmm, I was afraid of that." Dark sighed dramatically. "Well, my dear, it looks like I've no choice but to bring you in. Orders from the top, you know," he winked at her, an unsympathetic smile crossing his face. He grabbed her left wrist firmly and flicked his gaze towards the other men, signalling for them to come in. She needed to be captured, quickly, and brought to Aaron. "We must tend to your wounds. Can't have you dying on us so quickly," Dark told her, tapping her on the nose before stepping back and watching as his guards swept in to do their business. None of them seemed afraid of her after their master had dealt with her so easily--Dark knew this was folly, however. He knew that this mage had massive power, even if she didn't remember how to control it... the question was, would she show signs of it now? Dark was prepared to protect himself and contain her if that was the case, but his curiosity got the better of him. Instead of detaining her himself, he wanted to see what she would do... which was, in hindsight, rather foolish of him. |
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| Moonlight-Zelda | Tuesday Jan 21 2014, 06:39 AM Post #5 |
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His melodramatic sigh should've been warning enough. She set back against his grip when it fell upon her wrist, glancing between each of them with increasing concern. "Why? What reason is there for this?" she asked, frowning. Her words were not yet a demand, but uncertainty was shoving them closer. Each passing second found her more and more against the prospect, and their enclosure was not helping. It was like they were trying to trap a sick wolf and had gained the upper-hand. The amnesiac's gaze snapped back to their leader when he abruptly tapped her on the nose. She jerked back when he released her, finding her footing just as unsteady as her situation. One boot brushed the edge of the river's drop off, leaving her with no choice but to go forward if she wanted to change her situation. Unfortunately, it seemed that their superior's intervention had offered a boost of gusto. Gusto that she was given no time to ponder when a sword slid from it's sheathe. "Stand down, and we won't have an issue," it's wielder said, a faint smile twitching his lips. His words were enough of a cue for the others - two of his men coming at her in a pincer motion, as if guarding against a potential attack. She ducked forward in a bid to avoid their grip, only to whirl when it fell upon her hair instead of a limb. She hissed under her breath, grabbing at the offending hand - only for a sharp cry of pain to rip from his throat. Although his hand had started to open, it seemed as if it was frozen. As if he couldn't. The warrior cradled his damaged hand, casting a fervent glance at his comrades. She stepped back quickly, her jaw clenching as the motion jarred her side, glancing between them and her own hand. She had done that? How? |
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