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Post by Zephriel on Jul 28, 2017 18:26:03 GMT -8
Dreams were like a torrent of unsolicited visions, tapping wildly at his mind until the dark comb of his lashes slid upwards to reveal the sky above. Laced with leaves, the clouds lolled between the cracks of branches and the dappled eyes of buds.
A rustle of fabrics washed across the branch on which he sat, cascaded in heaps of dismal hues that much reflected the intricate snags of a carelessly spun web.
Zephriel poised with one arm bent and drooped upon a propped knee, idly running forefinger and thumb between each other in absent thought. Distant sounds flirted with his an elongated tipped ear, tugging his attention in various directions.
With a sigh like the coming of dusk, he jumped from the tree and caught himself upon the mossy earth below, rustling the foliage underneath as if it were a child’s head.
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Post by Famine on Jul 28, 2017 18:41:32 GMT -8
A field splayed across Tyran's countryside was host to a mysterious dead patch of earth. Despite the numerous efforts of the farmers who owned the land, nothing had grown there for years. Water seeped into the ground as though the dry soil was begging for it, yet it never retained that live-giving moisture. It was beyond redemption, and thus those who toiled upon the land eventually left it be to give their efforts to more fertile ground.
Unbeknownst to them something lingered beneath the earth, leeching nutrients from the soil, stealing the budding life of anything they attempted to plant there. She slumbered, the embodiment of hunger. An ageless force of entropy.
Something, however, had awakened her before her time was due. It came with a start, eyes opening widely into the pitch-black darkness. The sound of her pulse thundered in her ears, heart sloshing erratically in her chest. Fingers curled, clawing at the soil and roots above her, rending, tearing violently as she fought to free herself from the very earth. The deadened surface of the ground bulged and caved, eventually being torn away as Famine clawed her way up from her tomb, depositing herself unceremoniously beside the hole she had crawled from. Breathing heavily she stared up at the sky with dirt staining her face, caked to her clothing.
What had awakened her?
Her fingers splayed upon the sharp dead grass, stretching to the east. Her head lolled upon the ground to face that direction. There was a tug. A sharp one. Almost painful. With an irritated growl she heaved herself to her feet.
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Post by Zephriel on Jul 28, 2017 19:54:07 GMT -8
Diaphanous cloth hung like remnants, clinging to his body like thin, damp leaves. They moved as he moved, swift and graceful, rustling through the dark forest between trees that reached upwards like quills in ink pots.
Perhaps never had he moved so quickly, his ears seeming to reach out and listen in earnest; aching to catch broken bits of an aural familiarity that he hungered for. His breath was quick and irregular like a winter storm, crashing against his open mouth where the chill then faltered and died.
Large wings rustled awake, agitated at their master for the sudden bouts of unusual motives. They screamed in long, black pinions that arched to allow air to pass more freely, gliding forth their Master whom refused to take flight; his naked soles cracked over twigs and stampeded upon rotting leaves.
When at last, he reached the edge of the forest, he stopped and gazed skywards, as if pleading with the oncoming dusk to surrender hope and find resolution to unanswered questions. He stilled his breathing and moved as a phantom, lethargic and meandering, searching the horizons for signs. He was sensitive to the ground, to the earth, as if it were an art he could analyze. The disruption called him, begged him, and plucked him forward.
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Post by Famine on Jul 28, 2017 20:22:59 GMT -8
There was a time where she could part the tall pale wheat of the surrounding field with a simple silent command. And yet when her fingers extended to sift through the stalks, her fingertips exuded no power. Nothing came to her call. She was bereft of her armour. Her aura, though in existence, was muted.
Her brow furrowed in confusion, irritation, annoyance as she stalked through the wheat in the direction tugging at her. Above the wheat she could see woods looming in the distance. Another god had not summoned her, had they? No. She doubted that. She would have access to her abilities then. It was admittedly disconcerting to reach for them and feel them denied.
The further she walked, the fast her steps became as impatience to know the source of this dilemma nagged at her more intently with each passing moment. Soon, she had lunged into a sprint, and crows and other birds of the field scattered to the sky with unease at her passing.
Soon, she erupted from the field, wheat parting like curtains to reveal her standing at the edge, robes and skin stained with dirt, a wild quality to eyes the colour of buttercups.
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Post by Zephriel on Jul 29, 2017 8:53:06 GMT -8
It was close: this disruption, this disarray of tranquility. Sensitive sights and keen hearing picked up signals along the path and prompted him forward to arrange a visit to the uprising insurrection of nature.
A flurry of gold shoved through the expanse of wheat in a combative display, forcing the dark angel backwards a pace in a startled splash of pinions, the swirling shades like a monochromatic rainbow as they arched upwards.
Death becomes the soul who succumbs to loss of will and thought.
Such did he feel now, breathing deeply and nearly stopping for the sight of her.
He saw past the specks of dirt, past the disheveled hair, past the wildness - and looked instead to the gilded color of her eyes as they tore around like a caged being that just broke free. He often remembered her, thought of her, but ever did he forget just how alive she was when extant and breathing.
He stood like a garden statue, poised and frozen, unearthly and cryptic as he regarded her from the distance. Disbelief clouded his gaze like oncoming night across a vast ocean.
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Post by Famine on Jul 29, 2017 10:03:35 GMT -8
Despite the disorienting humanity weakening her, causing her breath to be laboured from the exertion of her run, the pale milk of her skin to become flushed, her body was strong and proud. Famine stood at the edge of the field, visible and heavy rise and fall to her chest as she caught her breath.
It gave her time to take in her surroundings, which were nothing particularly spectacular really. Except for the being standing at the edge of the forest, dark wings spread aloft in an impressive display behind him.
Initially she didn't trust her eyes. Surely it was a vision, brought about by the distortion of her abilities. Some measure of familiarity, some pang of the heart flickering to life at the notion of her vulnerability. But a squint and a harsh shake of her head didn't rid her vision of him.
Was this...why she had awakened? Her lips parted without words for none came to her call. Heedless of her disheveled appearance she started forward as abruptly as she had emerged from the field, expression unreadable except for something disbelieving and incredulous in her eyes.
The years that had passed were not so long in terms of their respective lifespans. The blink of an eye. The shudder of a breath. And her breath well and truly shuddered as she neared him and confirmed his identity.
"Dark one..." The words barely a whisper as she came within reach.
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Post by Zephriel on Jul 29, 2017 11:24:07 GMT -8
So close did she come to him, like a fragment from a trepidatious dream. As she spoke, he relished the voice and let it linger in the air between them until it become nothing but a strong tension that began to build due to their proximity of each other.
His eyes were as dark as ever they had been — deep and endless like a lake without moonlight — but they seemed to shine now, glitter even; a mockery of chuckling stars scattered across the sky. Snagged cloth tore as his arms swam forward like long-necked swans, wrapping around her body and pulling her tightly to him so that he rested his head atop her heap of flaxen tresses. The time apart had been a mere wrinkle in time, but longer than previous pasts.
He breathed in, caught the smell of her, and nestled his face of chiseled alabaster into the chaotic strands. “Famine,” he whispered, his voice deep like a tomb; cold and soothing like rainwater. “What a gift it is to hold you once more.”
Long, bone-knuckled fingers coiled against her hair, smoothing it and combing the filaments with a loving caress. Such a calmness he was to her fierceness; smoke to her fire; a dousing breath of wind to her insatiable intensity.
“Our paths do not always converge,” he continued, closing his eyes to fully encompass the nearness of her. “But when they do, ah, but a welcome it is.” His heart raced and his mind was hazy, but the golden figure in his arms was tangible and real, solidifying his belief.
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Post by Famine on Jul 29, 2017 12:35:18 GMT -8
His eyes threatened to absorb her. Pull her in and deny escape. She would drown in them for as long as it took for him to pull her close, the dark angel took liberties no other had ever been allowed. And yet, she allowed it. Where violence would have been her reaction to such attentions in any other circumstance, Zephriel was met with the return of his embrace. Famine's arms slipped about his tall frame, one hand delving without hesitation into his hair while the other brushed fingertips against the flight feathers of his wings. Assuring herself that he was not a vision as she had first suspected.
The pressure of his chin against the top of her head elicited the closing of her eyes, a low hum of appreciation her response as his fingers combed and tamed her disheveled hair. Soil came free in his hands and as even as he soothed her unruly tresses, she felt her spirit soothed as well. Inhaling deeply, the scent of earth lingered around them and she relished in the familiar and yet so distant scent of his skin.
"Far too long, Zephriel..." She murmured with breath fanning over his skin. She uttered his name with near reverence, far more than she had ever offered any deity. "The ache of your absense seems...all the more poignant in this moment. I believe it was that ache that awakened me."
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Post by Zephriel on Jul 29, 2017 17:52:47 GMT -8
The closeness of her was a temptation that perhaps once seemed ill-suited, but now was held sacred like a golden bell hung in a dark alcove. As she touched the wings, they moved to coil and wrap around them like a shield; feathers — the color of shadows -- brushed her skin free of dirt as they rustled past.
Slowly, gingerly, as if she were a secret that he may spoil by looking at her, he opened his eyes again. Palms pressed lightly against her cheeks, while fingers splayed along the underside of her jaw and dotting the curve of her ear. “Were you sleeping, my Only?” he asked of her, tracing her eyes, her face, her mouth, with his gaze.
“Life seems so middling without you,” he observed absently, his entire focus grabbed by her. “I tend to my tasks, but they are without fire, without spirit. I think you bring that to me.” Lips fell to touch along her jawline, flirting along the bone.
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Post by Famine on Jul 29, 2017 18:48:20 GMT -8
As his eyes opened, he found her chin tilted upwards, the vibrant colour of her eyes already staring unabashedly into his face. Famine bore the exploration of his fingers with patience and quiet obligation, canting her head in response to offer more skin for his perusal.
"I was." She confirmed with a thoughtful nod. "I am not certain for how long." Her fingers lazily caressed the feathers that swayed about them and for a brief moment her mouth curved into a smile. "Ahead of schedule it would seem. I am bereft of the benefits of my abilities." It was a foreign sensation. And yet somehow it allowed her to feel him as though not even cloth lingered between them. It wasn't so bad.
"Without a purpose, the Horsemen slumber. Perhaps your return granted me a purpose worth awakening for." A hitch in her breath accompanied the brush of his lips against her jaw, and she keened into his affection before boldly turning her head towards him, mouth capturing his at first with a fierceness that was consuming like flame, but then softened to tell him without words just how much she had missed him.
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Post by Zephriel on Jul 29, 2017 19:51:55 GMT -8
As her mouth found his, he clasped her to him and found revival in the kiss. A sense of heat burned through the coldness of his pallid skin, refreshing it with vitality. Lips parted to collect hers; her mouth was like a hungry flame that fueled the vapid coal that seemed stoic without her.
As he pulled away from the softness, his expression reflected the feeling of validation. The folds of his lips threaded upwards to weave a colorless smile; the rarity of such an action feeling almost foreign, yet appropriate. Love was an odd word, let alone feeling, for one such as he.
Lifetimes seemingly passed by within the blink of an eye, and little excited him. As his wings removed their shroud and fell dormant once more, as his fingers drew away from her, as he gazed down upon her with taciturn eyes, he knew that he loved her, albeit reserved and secretive as a forest’s depths.
“I do hope that your purpose keeps you here awhile.” Words caressed, pushing forward his own wants.“Even if that purpose is myself.” Then, slowly, reservedly, he took her hand in his and held it against his chest, pulling her once more to him so that they may settle together.
To the ground he took her, tucked into dry grasses, the scent of rotting leaves and earth filling them. He lay her against him, pressing her head so that it lay crooked beneath his own, cradled by an open palm.
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Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
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