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Black Rose Tragedy · 04-20-2007, 07:39 AM

This is the Sequel to Summer Heat. The six teenagers escaped the ghost ship barely alive just when they thought they were free a dark covering surrounded them and they lost consciousness only to wake up washed on the shores of an Unfamiliar land.

This RP takes place in Fincayra, the enchanted isle that lies between earth and sky where Trees talk, Rivers roar, and Winds whisper secrets of the land as well as where the known Wizard Merlin had lived his young adult life and some adult years. Before he left the land to face his destiny Merlin defeated the evil king of Fincayra and brought an end to most of the warlord spirit of the land Rhita Gwar’s trickery. All the ancient races have disappeared all except for the deer people (Humans that can change into deer when they reach running speed) and humans of that land whose ears are shaped like elves ears. It was years since any wizard or witch had set foot there and now three wizards and three witches are washed onto the shores of the enchanted isle after a gruesome trip which nearly killed them. There however Rhita Gwar has been trying to take over Fincayra again. According to an old Prophecy the second time Rhita Gwar attempts this a group of six consisting of Three Witches and Three Wizards would come to rescue the people of Fincayra. They are here now will they succeed or shall they die a heroic death that none shall ever hear of, a time when bards can no longer sing the songs of old.

Prophecised Ones:
Females:
Tiffany (Huffelpuff) JulieAnn
Rose (Slytherin) - J.K. Rowling
Ariel (Gryffindor) – Dawn of Destiny

Males:
Tom (Ravenclaw) The Dark Light
James (Slytherin) James Carter
Sam Gustav (unknown) symphora

Deer People:
Females:
Adrial Follini -Female Deer Person -Austin
Kora Chase-Female Deer Person - JulieAnn

Males:
Emrys leader of the deer people – J.K. Rowling
Seth Rylan -Male Deer Person-Austin
Quincy Bisbal-Male Deer Person - Boys Like Ama

Fincayra Humans:
Females:
Kira Tomoyo Radcliff Ruler of the Humans - Maylin-Janet
Nerina Reiden-Human female - Dark Dreaming
Fay Rose Mercilio III -Human Female - doloresU

Males:
Ionn (A young Bard) – J.K. Rowling
Trent Keith Andrews-Human - Maylin-Janet
Murough Reiden-Human male - Dark Dreaming
Naji Hiroshi-Human Male - Dawn of Destiny

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The Old Toad · 05-12-2007, 04:33 AM

And Fay was falling deeper and deeper into those powerful eyes. Those pitless, powerful eyes. She kept a blush under control so it did not show against her pale complexion as thoughts of her and Murrough... alone ran through her head. She turned abruptly, the movement finally tearing her fiery gaze from his, suppressed, almost calm one. She sighed, grabbed some ale, and downed some of it. She placed it back on the table and felt better. Ale, a most improper drink for a young Mercillio, shouldn't the lass be dining on lobster from their sea and wine from their orchards? Fay ran her fingers throug her long, scarlet hair and looked at everyone. All seemed considerably tired. She found a bowl of dried berries and placed them on the table, knowing Ionn wouldn't mind. Fay Rose picked up a few and took a bite, sweetness rushing in her mouth. Slowly, her eyelids began to droop. Fay's thin frame crumpled over as she fell asleep in the chair. Being almost killed at really sapped the energy from her. However, like all good warriors, she slept lightly and awoke at a slight cough. Fay straightened and looked around. It was later and she needed to get back to her hut. Her gaze swept to Murrough and she suddenly wanted him to walk her home. Oh these girlish thoughts! I only hope that soon they shall be cast from my soul! Fay thought angrily. She stood up, chin inclined, looking like some godess of war and beauty, even without a beautiful dress or a sharp sword. "Murrough, I need to discuss some odd happening on the island," she said fiercly, her tone sharp, her toungue dipped in silver. But she was clearly speaking to him as a familiar and close friend, sense there was ease in her voice. And without further ado, she glided out of the house and waited a few feet from it, wondering if Murrough would come out or not. She decided to give him ten minutes and if he didn't come she could always talk about the odd happening tomorrow.

DarkDreaming · 05-12-2007, 04:42 AM

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Originally Posted by J.K. Rowling

Ionn's world seemed to have stopped, frozen in time as she pressed her warm body against his, over come with emotion he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as he kissed her back with the same passion and fire that surged through his veins every time he simply thought of her. So this was what true Bliss felt like, floating neither on air nor water yet somewhere in between.

Ionn was surprised as she suddenly broke the kiss, was something wrong? had he made a mistake by kissing her? had she not responded? maybe she didn't feel the same way? all these thoughts and many moire ran through his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong. What had he done wrong.

He heard her say his name and was about to reply to take her back into his arms, when she announced she had to leave. Oh no! he thought I scared her away Ionn you monster he thought to himself go after her a voice screamed in his head and he knew it was right he sprinted after her and tried to catch up. "Nerina!" He called out urging his legs to go faster. Once he finally fell into step with her he held her by the shoulders gently in mid run to stop her .

Nerina could still fell the imprint of Ionn on her lips and she touched them gently as she ran. She wasn't quite sure why she was running. But it was something to do with the very real, very frightening amount of emotion she felt for Ionn. And now it was all coming true as she had always dreamed and she was running...

But then Ionn was beside her and he had taken her gently by the shoulders and she was forced to face him. She avoided his eyes so he would not see the raging self doubt in her stormy grey eyes. But suddenly, him being so close to her was too much. Against her screaming mind and ultimate fear of rejection, she threw herself against him and lifted her head up to kiss his sweet mouth.

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And Fay was falling deeper and deeper into those powerful eyes. Those pitless, powerful eyes. She kept a blush under control so it did not show against her pale complexion as thoughts of her and Murrough... alone ran through her head. She turned abruptly, the movement finally tearing her fiery gaze from his, suppressed, almost calm one. She sighed, grabbed some ale, and downed some of it. She placed it back on the table and felt better. Ale, a most improper drink for a young Mercillio, shouldn't the lass be dining on lobster from their sea and wine from their orchards? Fay ran her fingers throug her long, scarlet hair and looked at everyone. All seemed considerably tired. She found a bowl of dried berries and placed them on the table, knowing Ionn wouldn't mind. Fay Rose picked up a few and took a bite, sweetness rushing in her mouth. Slowly, her eyelids began to droop. Fay's thin frame crumpled over as she fell asleep in the chair. Being almost killed at really sapped the energy from her. However, like all good warriors, she slept lightly and awoke at a slight cough. Fay straightened and looked around. It was later and she needed to get back to her hut. Her gaze swept to Murrough and she suddenly wanted him to walk her home. Oh these girlish thoughts! I only hope that soon they shall be cast from my soul! Fay thought angrily. She stood up, chin inclined, looking like some godess of war and beauty, even without a beautiful dress or a sharp sword. "Murrough, I need to discuss some odd happening on the island," she said fiercly, her tone sharp, her toungue dipped in silver. But she was clearly speaking to him as a familiar and close friend, sense there was ease in her voice. And without further ado, she glided out of the house and waited a few feet from it, wondering if Murrough would come out or not. She decided to give him ten minutes and if he didn't come she could always talk about the odd happening tomorrow.

Murough felt Fay's purple eyes upon him and he very nearly shivered. But no! He was a warrior of the sea! Indeed, that was what his very name meant! He did shiver beneath the gaze of a maiden! No, they shivered beneath his gaze. He wondered if he would be able to make Fay shiver? Out of the corner of his eye he saw Fay popping some berries in her mouth, an image that gave way to an infinitely more interesting one...her mouth..his mouth... But then he saw her seem to almost crumple, and it took all his willpower not the rush over and scoop her up in his strong arms.

He was glad he had resisted his impulse for a blink, Fay was standing proud and tall, like the brave figurehead of a ship. There was an infinite beauty in her features that caused his blood to roar. And now she was speaking to him. He turned slowly to look into her lovely eyes. Oh how sweet her voice was as it caressed his ears. He almost wanted her to go on speaking forever, just so he could have the pleasure of hearing her voice. He forced himself to attend to her words also. She was asking him to go outside with her! A million possibilities burst into his head. But no, she just wanted to discuss something with him. He sighed and tried to suppress his wild thoughts. As she left he glanced around the room at the others, "We'll be back soon." he promised them, "Make yourselves comfortable." And with that he turned and strode out to find Fay, his heart beating wildly.

He spotted Fay outside and strode over to her, trying to control the eagerness in his limbs. Oh how he wanted to just run to her and hold her tightly. Press his lips to her soft ones. Run his calloused hands through the glory of her red hair. But, no, he was a warrior! And he would control himself. "Yes, Fay?' he asked her, his deep voice mild as if it he held little interest, "What did you want to discuss?" He stopped as he reached her, and smiled. A friendly smile, though there was a definite hot flicker of lust in his sea gray eyes.

The Old Toad · 05-12-2007, 05:07 AM

Fay was worrying now. If he decided not to come? If he left her standing in the cold? Then I'll just have to deal with it then! she thought to herself a tad angrily. She stood there for a good bit longer, her thoughts sweeping from recent victories to horrible defeats, and for some reason in all, Murrough was a predomninat figure, brandishing a sword. And for some reason, Fay was always beside him. If before she had stood beside him without thinking such... interesting thought then why did she seem to loose the will power now? Why oh why!?

But here he was, finally. Looking more like a prince than anything else. A fierce, angry, abnormal prince. After giving it a second thought, Fay decided she couldn't find anything in him prince like besides his obvious beauty. His lovely shapped lips and strong arms... She was gazing into his eyes, forgetting to reply, watching the emotions of lack of them that were hidded beneath his eyes. An emotion flickered there and rested for no more than a milli second, and her eyes mirrored it without her consent the same amount of time. She shook her head and began walking, keeping pace with Murrough. She was fantasizing again... A sword fight ending with her pinning Murrough to the ground and moving lower, until he moved his head upward... Suddenly, Fay was able to speak. "The birds sing shrill, Murrough. The safe part of our island had beasts in it! There is something off. And one of my sisters has come down with an odd sickness. She will be better soon, I am sure, she is alreadly greatly improving from bed rest alone, but it is... odd."

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 07:07 AM

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Originally Posted by DarkDreaming

Nerina could still fell the imprint of Ionn on her lips and she touched them gently as she ran. She wasn't quite sure why she was running. But it was something to do with the very real, very frightening amount of emotion she felt for Ionn. And now it was all coming true as she had always dreamed and she was running...

But then Ionn was beside her and he had taken her gently by the shoulders and she was forced to face him. She avoided his eyes so he would not see the raging self doubt in her stormy grey eyes. But suddenly, him being so close to her was too much. Against her screaming mind and ultimate fear of rejection, she threw herself against him and lifted her head up to kiss his sweet mouth.

Ionn could still taste the sweetness of Nerina’s lips as he looked at her with loving eyes. He waited for her to look at him to say something anything as they stood their bathed in the moonlight. He wanted to hear her voice he wanted her to say his name again. He wanted to look into her eyes and feel the emotion that lay in them earlier that day as they sat in the burning sand. He wanted to hold her close to him once more but was afraid he would scare her off once more. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for her to do or say anything.

Ionn was about to say something about what had happened when he felt her throw herself against him once more he held her close to him this time and brought his lips down to meet her full rosey ones. As soon as there mouths met Ionn felt static shoot up his spine nad he placed a hand on the back of Nerina’s head deepening the kiss. Feeling empotion surge through him and he allowed it to be expressed through the deep and passionet kiss they were sharing. He didn’t want to ever let go of her again.

Austin · 05-12-2007, 08:38 AM

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Originally Posted by J.K. Rowling

Emrys nodded, "yes we will be staying here for the night but before the break of Dawn we must be off once more." he said to him with a nod and motioned for him to sit, "I'll be back he said you stay with Adriel and Kora for me," he said and walked off into the forest collecting fallen sticks to carry back to camp. The trees continued to whisper amongst themselves. Emrys smiled they were happy what ever had happened earlier brought glad tidings and all was well. Emrys decided he would sleep well tonight knowing all was in order. Heading back to camp he placed the sticks together in an orderly fashion and put medium rocks in a circle around them for the fire.

Adriel finally caught up with the others and followed where she thought she saw Quincy and Emrys go. Bringing herself to a quick stop, she just stood there for a moment. She felt too exhausted to do much of anything. Finally, she slowly turned back into her human form and joined the others. With a heavy sigh she took a seat by the, soon to be, fire and leaned her back against a tree. Her eyes burned from the lack of rest they had gotten and she could feel her eyelids start to droop. Her head would slowly start to lean forward, but then she would quickly look up again, with a few blinks. She was determined to not fall asleep. Atleast not yet. She didn't know whether this was out of fear or just the fact that possibly they had more to discuss and it would be rude of her to ruin that time as well.

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 08:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Austin

Adriel finally caught up with the others and followed where she thought she saw Quincy and Emrys go. Bringing herself to a quick stop, she just stood there for a moment. She felt too exhausted to do much of anything. Finally, she slowly turned back into her human form and joined the others. With a heavy sigh she took a seat by the, soon to be, fire and leaned her back against a tree. Her eyes burned from the lack of rest they had gotten and she could feel her eyelids start to droop. Her head would slowly start to lean forward, but then she would quickly look up again, with a few blinks. She was determined to not fall asleep. Atleast not yet. She didn't know whether this was out of fear or just the fact that possibly they had more to discuss and it would be rude of her to ruin that time as well.

Emrys lit the fire using the flint that he carried around with him in his bag and sat down taking out the dried fruits and vegetables and placing them on an old tree stump, that would have to serve as a small table for now. "come have a bight to eat before you head in for the night," he said to them and looked at Adriel, "Come on Adriel you did a great Job today running but you need to keep up your strength." he pointed out, "and the best way to do that is by eating." he said smiling and waiting for them to dig in.

DarkDreaming · 05-12-2007, 09:29 AM

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Originally Posted by doloresU

Fay was worrying now. If he decided not to come? If he left her standing in the cold? Then I'll just have to deal with it then! she thought to herself a tad angrily. She stood there for a good bit longer, her thoughts sweeping from recent victories to horrible defeats, and for some reason in all, Murrough was a predomninat figure, brandishing a sword. And for some reason, Fay was always beside him. If before she had stood beside him without thinking such... interesting thought then why did she seem to loose the will power now? Why oh why!?

But here he was, finally. Looking more like a prince than anything else. A fierce, angry, abnormal prince. After giving it a second thought, Fay decided she couldn't find anything in him prince like besides his obvious beauty. His lovely shapped lips and strong arms... She was gazing into his eyes, forgetting to reply, watching the emotions of lack of them that were hidded beneath his eyes. An emotion flickered there and rested for no more than a milli second, and her eyes mirrored it without her consent the same amount of time. She shook her head and began walking, keeping pace with Murrough. She was fantasizing again... A sword fight ending with her pinning Murrough to the ground and moving lower, until he moved his head upward... Suddenly, Fay was able to speak. "The birds sing shrill, Murrough. The safe part of our island had beasts in it! There is something off. And one of my sisters has come down with an odd sickness. She will be better soon, I am sure, she is alreadly greatly improving from bed rest alone, but it is... odd."

Murough was losing himself in those eyes. And it was both more frightening and more thrilling than anything that had happened yet in his young life. He thought he saw in those lovely eyes, something of what he was feeling, but he wasn't sure. He could never be sure. But now Fay was speaking and he listened carefully to her words in concern.

"Your concerns mirror my own, " he said gravely, while imagine running his finger along that delicate jaw and gripping that chin to lift that lovely face to his own, "Perhaps you heard of the odd slowness Neri and I experienced on the beach? That was why we were so late when the trolls came..." he paused, feleing a ruch of guilt that he had not been there to help his friends. If anything had happened to Fay...he thought, but refused to finish the thought. She was safe and whole, and standing right in front of him. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, it lent a lovely glow to her already radiant skin. And her eyes glittered brightly, like stars caught in her face.

"But your sister's illness is but another disturbing report in a chain of unusual events. Just yesterday my brother helped one of our cows give birth to a two headed calf!" he shook his head, it had been most unusual, but they had still given the calf to its mother and as of tonight was sleeping soundly with the rest of their herd. He gestured back toward the house, "And now these strange ones with their unfamiliar garb and strange way of talking..." he ran a hand tiredly through his hair, "Even the sea is restless..."

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Ionn could still taste the sweetness of Nerina’s lips as he looked at her with loving eyes. He waited for her to look at him to say something anything as they stood their bathed in the moonlight. He wanted to hear her voice he wanted her to say his name again. He wanted to look into her eyes and feel the emotion that lay in them earlier that day as they sat in the burning sand. He wanted to hold her close to him once more but was afraid he would scare her off once more. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for her to do or say anything.

Ionn was about to say something about what had happened when he felt her throw herself against him once more he held her close to him this time and brought his lips down to meet her full rosey ones. As soon as there mouths met Ionn felt static shoot up his spine nad he placed a hand on the back of Nerina’s head and deepened the kiss. Feeling empotion surge through him and he allowed it to be expressed through the deep and passionet kiss they were sharing. He didn’t want to ever let go of her again.

Nerina felt Ionn's hand against her head and her heart almost burst in happiness as he deepened the kiss. Oh bliss! Oh happy day! She kissed him as if she could convey to his physically all those years she had spent, shooting him sidelong glances, averting her gaze when she knew he was near. Her hands slid up his strong body to hold him close to her. Oh, if it weren't for his hands on the back of her head, she thought she would melt.

She pulled away slightly, her chest heaving in an attempt to catch the ever elusive breath. "Ionn?" she said softly, her voice cracked with emotion, "I...I like you." she said in a rush, her face blushing hot and pink in the moonlight. There, finally she had said it! Though at this point, their faces so close she felt his breath on her cheek, their bodies held together she could feel his heart beating against her own, it felt a rather pointless thing to say. But she still needed to say it. Needed to hear it back from him. Needed confirmation this wasn't a dream.

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 01:39 PM

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Originally Posted by DarkDreaming

Nerina felt Ionn's hand against her head and her heart almost burst in happiness as he deepened the kiss. Oh bliss! Oh happy day! She kissed him as if she could convey to his physically all those years she had spent, shooting him sidelong glances, averting her gaze when she knew he was near. Her hands slid up his strong body to hold him close to her. Oh, if it weren't for his hands on the back of her head, she thought she would melt.

She pulled away slightly, her chest heaving in an attempt to catch the ever elusive breath. "Ionn?" she said softly, her voice cracked with emotion, "I...I like you." she said in a rush, her face blushing hot and pink in the moonlight. There, finally she had said it! Though at this point, their faces so close she felt his breath on her cheek, their bodies held together she could feel his heart beating against her own, it felt a rather pointless thing to say. But she still needed to say it. Needed to hear it back from him. Needed confirmation this wasn't a dream.

Ionn felt Nerina’s small hands move up his body leaving tingling sensation wherever they went. He held her closer savouring the taste of her sweet lips on his. After so long he finally had her in his arms and he couldn’t have picked a better setting. The moon was shinning down on them as though they were in a heavenly spotlight.

When Nerina pulled away , “Nerina,” Ionn said in response to his name, his heart somersaulted at her next words making him smile happily and warmly at her. Taking a hand and gently stroked her hair out of her face so that he was looking into her beautiful eyes, “I like you too,” he replied watching the colour rise in her cheeks in the moonlight making her look amazingly captivating. Ionn stroked her soft cheek. “I have liked you for some time,” he confessed.

DarkDreaming · 05-12-2007, 02:01 PM

Nerina shivered slightly as Ionn brushed her hair away from her face. She loved the sensation of his fingers on her skin. And his smile, oh! It was like the sun's own warm rays upon her face. Her heart skipped a beat as he confessed that not only did he like her, he had liked her for quite some time! And now he was stroking her cheek gently, his fingers soft on her flushed skin.

"But I've liked you for ages!" she exclaimed in surprise, her gray eyes wide in disbelief. Could it be he liked her and she had liked him but her lack of courage had doomed them to so many lost days and nights? "Why didn't you say something!" she asked him, now a little indignant, she poked him gently in the chest, "All those nights I spent, dreaming about you, wishing you would tell me you had always been in love with me!" she shook her head so her wavy hair cascaded down her back. Not that she was actually angry with him. Just she was regretting all that lost time! She played with a lock of his soft hair, twirling it in her fingers, wondering at the fact that she was here, in Ionn's arms. She half thought it must be some sort of dream it was so perfect.

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 02:33 PM

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Originally Posted by DarkDreaming

Nerina shivered slightly as Ionn brushed her hair away from her face. She loved the sensation of his fingers on her skin. And his smile, oh! It was like the sun's own warm rays upon her face. Her heart skipped a beat as he confessed that not only did he like her, he had liked her for quite some time! And now he was stroking her cheek gently, his fingers soft on her flushed skin.

"But I've liked you for ages!" she exclaimed in surprise, her gray eyes wide in disbelief. Could it be he liked her and she had liked him but her lack of courage had doomed them to so many lost days and nights? "Why didn't you say something!" she asked him, now a little indignant, she poked him gently in the chest, "All those nights I spent, dreaming about you, wishing you would tell me you had always been in love with me!" she shook her head so her wavy hair cascaded down her back. Not that she was actually angry with him. Just she was regretting all that lost time! She played with a lock of his soft hair, twirling it in her fingers, wondering at the fact that she was here, in Ionn's arms. She half thought it must be some sort of dream it was so perfect.

Ionn’s eyes widened in surprise when she said she had liked him as well, a happy grin spread across his features as the revelation sank in. They had both been feeling like this for so long but never had a pluck of courage to say anything to each other. Ionn felt like the happiest and luckiest man in Fincayra at the moment, to him no one could compare to Nerina in anything. He was content with holding her in his arms and confessing his love to her.

Ionn looked at her lovingly, “I didn’t say anything because I never thought I had a chance and I was worried you would push me away, so I waited I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if things didn’t turn out as they have.” He said kissing her forehead. “I dreamt many times of holding you in my arms as I am now, be Dagda I never thought this day would come.” He said as he combed a hand through her hair as she played with his. His hand on the back of her head he pulled her gently towards him once more he planted another soft kiss on her parted lips.

DarkDreaming · 05-12-2007, 02:48 PM

Nerina sighed under that sweet gaze, he seemed so perfect. All she wanted was for this night to go on forever! She listened as he explained why he had never done anything before and she laughed, a sweet tinkling sound. "Oh Ionn!" she said, now running her finger along his firm jaw line, "And I guess I didn't help by never looking at you..." she sighed as he kissed her forehead. Even that simple kiss was enough to send pleasant shivers down her spine.

And now he was saying how he had always wanted to hold her like this and all she could think was that this moment was surely too perfect. When he kissed her again. Oh such a sweet kiss, so tender, so soft! She closed her eyes lazily to better enjoy the feel of his mouth against hers. She kissed him back, her hands entwined in his hair, pressing herself against him eagerly.

But then a single coherent thought broke into her Ionn inspired bliss. What would Murough say? She pulled away gently and looked up, an expression of worry on her lovely face. "But Ionn..." she whispered, "What about Murough?"

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 03:14 PM

Ionn closed his eyes as she ran her finger along his jaw opening them again he smiled at her, “And I guess I didn’t help by avoiding you whenever I saw you,” he said with a guilty smile. “I just didn’t ant to do something foolish that would have embarrassed you in any way.” He said thinking of the countless times he wanted to pull her to him and kiss her.

Ionn closed his eyes and placed a hand softly on her neck as she deepened the kiss as the their bodies melted into one in the shadows cast by the moon. He held her close to him enjoying the moment and wishing it could go on forever as a tingling sensation crept up his spine. As excitement, filled every fiber of his being.

Ionn continued to cradle her in his arms as she broke away, he was thinking the same thing, “I will speak to him of courting you when we get back,” he said reassuring her, he just hoped his friend would accept. Surely he would why wouldn’t he….

DarkDreaming · 05-12-2007, 03:38 PM

Nerina bit her lip worriedly. Murough loved her so much and was always super protective of her! Every boy who had ever dared to even approach her had always been rewarded with a stony glare from Murough. Only a few had ever sneaked in to see her, but they were always caught. Murough had an uncanny sense for sly teenage boys.

And of course, there were her other brothers, Dylan and Orman. Dylan was the oldest and the fishermen of the family, spending long hours on his boat before returning home with a bounty of fish for themselves and to trade. He would only want to make sure Ionn would take care of his sister. Orman on the other hand was still young, and though he would die for his sister, who she chose to court really wasn't his concern. Still, if Murough protested, Dylan and Orman would side with him.

Ionn was Murough's best friend! Surely he wouldn't object! Still, a lingering doubt niggled at Nerina's mind. "You will speak to him?" she repeated to Ionn, her gray eyes wide, "Maybe I should talk to him first..." she suggested. The last time a boy had actually tried to talk to Murough about Nerina, he had left with a broken jaw. "Remember Larkin?" she asked Ionn, stroking his lovely face gently, "All he wanted to do was ask me to the dance and Murough broke his face!" she shook her head at her brother's clear but slightly misguided love.

"I'd hate for him to hurt this face, " she said, still stroking his face, a tender look in her eyes, "It's honestly the best face I have ever seen!" she said sincerely, placing a quick but tender kiss on Ionn's lovely mouth.

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-12-2007, 04:01 PM

“Larkin..,” Ionn repeated how could he forget, “yes I was so angry with myself then for not asking you to dance before he did, but it seems I wouldn’t be here if I had.” He said with a small laugh. Ionn was a bard and maybe more sensitive in a way then most men but there was the inner warrior inside him he liked to keep hidden. The one he was saving for when he met Rhita Gwar and was going to avenge his parents. Ionn felt Nerina’s warm hand on his face, he turned his head around and placed his hand on hers kissing her palm.

Ionn looked at her lovingly lost in her silvery eyes. Before he could say anything he felt her lips upon his and he kissed her back, “I would go through the thick thorns of the under world to gain thy love and court thee,” he said to her holding her close in a warm embrace.

Ama · 05-12-2007, 04:09 PM

Quincy eyed the dried fruit with a small frown. He was quite partial to dried peaches but it seemed there was only one. Picking it up he nearly placed it in his mouth without a second thought. However, he glanced at both the young females and sighed. Holding it out first to the youngest he smiled sadly.

"Want a peach, Adriel?"

Lady Marmalade · 05-12-2007, 06:57 PM

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Murough wrinkled his brow. Wasn't Nerina right behind him? He shook his head. More than likely she had gone outside to cool her bruning anger. Well, that was okay by him. But if she didn't come back soon, he would have to go look for her. He was still trying desperately to keep his eyes from Fay. Though every second he had felt like half his being was directed the corner of the room she was at. Sighing he turned to nod at Sam's comments. "Yes, Ionn and the old bard have interesting taste..." he agreed, "Now can I offer you all some water? Or perhaps some mead?" he said now to the room at large. While it was not his home, he had been here often enough to know where everything was, and as Ionn was still not back, he decided he would play host.

Then he caught Ariel's last few words and he turned to look at her quizzically, "What is this...muggle this you speak of?' he asked her tilting his head in interest, "And what's a...moovee?"

"I'll have some water if it isn't to much trouble." Ariel said tiredly, but still polite. She was to young to drink. Her eyes drooping lower. She looked up at Murough yawning before answering his questions. "Muggle is what me call non magic folk and movies are things we watch on television." she said. Ariel was sure that he didn't know what a television was, but she wasn't sure if she could explain it to him now being so tired. Ariel looked at Sam and then Rose for help explaining it.

Naji stopped in front of his home before going inside. It wasn't big or small, but an okay size house. Just by looking around you could tell that it was a warrior. There was your regular house hold items like chairs and tables, but there was also and assortment of weapon hanging on the walls. Living by himself he never really had to worry about anyone messing with them. There was also a large empty space of room with a straw dummy on a post.

Taking drawing his dagger he throw it and it shot across the room piecing the heart of the dummy. Naji walked over and sat his bag on the table. He didn't feel much like eating or resting she he walked over to his his weapons and decided to train for a bit. There was broad to long swords, all size daggers, bows and arrows, staffs, spears, and one of his favorites a glaive. Which was a five foot long staff capped with a long double sided blade that could cut through anything. Making up his mind he picked up the glaive and grabbed a opal rope necklace from his bag, slipping it around his neck before walking outside again.

The village was quiet as he walked over to the gate. Scaring two of the guard because they didn't hear him walking up to them. Naji walked out into the forest. It was the best place to train. It was fairly dark, but the moon provided some light that he didn't need to light the opal. He stopped in a small clearing that he use to train and begin to stretch certain muscle groups. When he was finish he picked up the glaive and started spinning it. It picked up speed with ever second until it was a blur. He perform simple pattern dance of cuts, spins, and some added kicks. His hair tie came undone and his long black hair flowed free around him as he worked up a sweat. Strands flying across his face as he turned. Naji started to spin the glaive one last time and came to a stop inches away from a tree. He straighten up taking a deep breath. Sweeping his damp hair from his face.

Austin · 05-12-2007, 08:23 PM

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Emrys lit the fire using the flint that he carried around with him in his bag and sat down taking out the dried fruits and vegetables and placing them on an old tree stump, that would have to serve as a small table for now. "come have a bight to eat before you head in for the night," he said to them and looked at Adriel, "Come on Adriel you did a great Job today running but you need to keep up your strength." he pointed out, "and the best way to do that is by eating." he said smiling and waiting for them to dig in.

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Quincy eyed the dried fruit with a small frown. He was quite partial to dried peaches but it seemed there was only one. Picking it up he nearly placed it in his mouth without a second thought. However, he glanced at both the young females and sighed. Holding it out first to the youngest he smiled sadly.

"Want a peach, Adriel?"

Adriel ran her fingers through her hair and gave a smile to show her appreciation for Emrys words. "You're probably right..." she said looking at the food that he had set out. Looking up again she smiled at Quincy and shook her head. "No it's alright Quincy. It's all yours. I know how much you love them. Plus, I would hate to be the queen of all the peach stealers." she said sarcastically. "It would end up with a bad fate." She smiled again and leaned in to grab one of the apples. She took a bite of it and added, "Thanks though."

The Old Toad · 05-12-2007, 10:34 PM

[QUOTE=Murough;5029145]Murough was losing himself in those eyes. And it was both more frightening and more thrilling than anything that had happened yet in his young life. He thought he saw in those lovely eyes, something of what he was feeling, but he wasn't sure. He could never be sure. But now Fay was speaking and he listened carefully to her words in concern.

"Your concerns mirror my own, " he said gravely, while imagine running his finger along that delicate jaw and gripping that chin to lift that lovely face to his own, "Perhaps you heard of the odd slowness Neri and I experienced on the beach? That was why we were so late when the trolls came..." he paused, feleing a ruch of guilt that he had not been there to help his friends. If anything had happened to Fay...he thought, but refused to finish the thought. She was safe and whole, and standing right in front of him. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, it lent a lovely glow to her already radiant skin. And her eyes glittered brightly, like stars caught in her face.

"But your sister's illness is but another disturbing report in a chain of unusual events. Just yesterday my brother helped one of our cows give birth to a two headed calf!" he shook his head, it had been most unusual, but they had still given the calf to its mother and as of tonight was sleeping soundly with the rest of their herd. He gestured back toward the house, "And now these strange ones with their unfamiliar garb and strange way of talking..." he ran a hand tiredly through his hair, "Even the sea is restless..."

Fay had to fold her hands to keept them from snaking over and grabbing one of his calloused ones. Though she did do much physical excercise, her hands always seemed to stay smooth. She slightly wondered why but didn't really care. Her attention snapped to him and she inclined her head so she wouldn't have to look at his extremly tempting lips, but his eyes were little better, so strong, so handsome. "That is very odd and dangerous. You were slowed down? That is... irregular."

She listened to his next sentence. Her violet, shining orbs widened in obvious surprise before narrowing in anger at whatever was causing this disaster. "I'll have one of our Wise Men look at my sister. But a two headed calf? This can not be good. This is not natural... I do so dearly hope to figure out what is wrong!" She stared at him, heart hammering so hard she would rather it had stopped so the pounding wouldn't drown out words. "We'll think of something... I am sure... We'll just have to mull through it. The new comers baffle me. They said I was..." She searched for the correct word. "From a long time ago. Mid evil... We'll have to talk to them, and question about their places. Wales. Odd, odd." She was practically exploding at the desire to hold him tight, to run her fingers over that well muscled frame. Thank gods. They were finally at her house, if she could only take a step away from him and shut the door, the desire to hug him would be less severe when unaccompanied by a handsome face. "Well, for now I must go. I'll talk to you again, tomorrow, Murough." O! How she hoped that tomorrow would come quickly! How she hoped, how she hoped. Now to move away from him... Easier said than done. He was magnetic... Absolutely so. She dipper her head in farewell. Her normal, almost angry look in her eyes did not fade miraciously as she stepped inside her house, closed the door, then leaned her back against the wall, breathing deeply. Just taking a few steps from him was harder than she had thought.

DarkDreaming · 05-13-2007, 04:11 AM

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"I'll have some water if it isn't to much trouble." Ariel said tiredly, but still polite. She was to young to drink. Her eyes drooping lower. She looked up at Murough yawning before answering his questions. "Muggle is what me call non magic folk and movies are things we watch on television." she said. Ariel was sure that he didn't know what a television was, but she wasn't sure if she could explain it to him now being so tired. Ariel looked at Sam and then Rose for help explaining it.

Murough nodded and handed Ariel a rough hewn wooden goblet containing clear, cool water. He peered curiously as she answered his question, still slightly confused by this sudden new reference to 'television'. He opened his mouth to ask her that very question when Fay had approached him and pretty much every sane thought fled his head. Forgetting all about his wonder at what 'television' was, he had left the group after telling them all to make themselves at home.

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“Larkin..,” Ionn repeated how could he forget, “yes I was so angry with myself then for not asking you to dance before he did, but it seems I wouldn’t be here if I had.” He said with a small laugh. Ionn was a bard and maybe more sensitive in a way then most men but there was the inner warrior inside him he liked to keep hidden. The one he was saving for when he met Rhita Gwar and was going to avenge his parents. Ionn felt Nerina’s warm hand on his face, he turned his head around and placed his hand on hers kissing her palm.

Ionn looked at her lovingly lost in her silvery eyes. Before he could say anything he felt her lips upon his and he kissed her back, “I would go through the thick thorns of the under world to gain thy love and court thee,” he said to her holding her close in a warm embrace.

Nerina sighed softly, as Ionn pressed his lips to her soft palm. It was like the waves kissing the sand, just as tender and soft... And now he was looking into her eyes, with such intense feeling she felt thrilled to her very core. All she had ever wanted in a man was packaged perfectly before her. From his poetic silver tongue, to his handsome masculine face, to the hidden steel she thought she saw beneath the soft bardish attitude.

"You have no need of that!" she laughed as he held her close in his arms. She pulled back so she could look deeply into those eyes, "You already have my love..." she breathed sincerely, her gray eyes twinkling like fallen stars, "You always have..." she sighed and laid her head upon his strong chest, "As for courting, I'm sure together we can talk Murough around." Then she jerked her head up, "Murough!" she said urgently, her voice high in alarm, "I didn't tell him where I was going! He'll be so worried!" she grabbed Ionn's hand and made as if to hurry back to his house, "Not to mention your guests!" she exclaimed, tugging lightly on Ionn's hand. Oh! How could they have forgotten the world around them? Though when she was with Ionn, Neri felt like the whole world just melted away.

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Fay had to fold her hands to keept them from snaking over and grabbing one of his calloused ones. Though she did do much physical excercise, her hands always seemed to stay smooth. She slightly wondered why but didn't really care. Her attention snapped to him and she inclined her head so she wouldn't have to look at his extremly tempting lips, but his eyes were little better, so strong, so handsome. "That is very odd and dangerous. You were slowed down? That is... irregular."

She listened to his next sentence. Her violet, shining orbs widened in obvious surprise before narrowing in anger at whatever was causing this disaster. "I'll have one of our Wise Men look at my sister. But a two headed calf? This can not be good. This is not natural... I do so dearly hope to figure out what is wrong!" She stared at him, heart hammering so hard she would rather it had stopped so the pounding wouldn't drown out words. "We'll think of something... I am sure... We'll just have to mull through it. The new comers baffle me. They said I was..." She searched for the correct word. "From a long time ago. Mid evil... We'll have to talk to them, and question about their places. Wales. Odd, odd." She was practically exploding at the desire to hold him tight, to run her fingers over that well muscled frame. Thank gods. They were finally at her house, if she could only take a step away from him and shut the door, the desire to hug him would be less severe when unaccompanied by a handsome face. "Well, for now I must go. I'll talk to you again, tomorrow, Murough." O! How she hoped that tomorrow would come quickly! How she hoped, how she hoped. Now to move away from him... Easier said than done. He was magnetic... Absolutely so. She dipper her head in farewell. Her normal, almost angry look in her eyes did not fade miraciously as she stepped inside her house, closed the door, then leaned her back against the wall, breathing deeply. Just taking a few steps from him was harder than she had thought.

Murough nodded in agreement, "They baffle me too." he sighed, trying desperately to keep his eyes upon hers and not upon other parts of her lovely physique. Oh why was she moving so close? He clenched his hands into fists to prevent them winding themselves in the fall of her gorgeous red hair, running down her slim body. But now they were at her home. He wanted desperately to push her against the wall and crush his lips to hers, pull her head back so he could run his lips over that perfect throat. But no! He couldn't! She would surely slap him silly and never speak to him again.

And now she was bidding him goodnight. A funny sad feeling low in the pit of his stomach twisted at the thought of not being around her anymore. But instead of begging her to stay and talk more he merely nodded brusquely, "Goodnight Fay." he said, his voice a caress of her name, his eyes burning with barely concealed emotions. And then, she was gone. Disappeared behind the very solid door through which he wished he could just barrel through and pick her up in his arms.

But no. It was time to return to Ionn's home and check on the guests. He sighed as he walked through the cool night air, running a hand through his tangled hair. How could Fay have this power over him? Every step away from her wrenched at his heart painfully. But then, he remembered his sister. He had completely forgotten about her! He growled at himself in frustration. What sort of a brother was he? If she wasn't back at Ionn's he would have to go out looking for her.

Then, just at that moment a sound made him turn and who did he see but Nerina and...Ionn! And they were holding hands and seemingly in a hurry to get back to Ionn's house! Their faces were flushed even in the cool night and Nerina's face was an expression of happiness and urgency and she tugged on Ionn. A strange feeling roared through Murough. His best friend! His little sister! "Nerina!" he shouted loudly, his deep voice echoing through the night.

Nerina looked up in alarm as a loud voice cut through the air. It was Murough. All her happiness dissipated suddenly and she felt her face flush hot. She dropped Ionn's hand like it was a hot rock. "Murough." she said, trying to keep her voice light. Oh! Why did he have to find out like this? "Enjoying a moonlight stroll?" she asked conversationally, hoping he would somehow believe that was all they had been doing.

The Old Toad · 05-13-2007, 05:13 AM

Her breath finally returned to oxygen deprived lungs. How Fay wanted to run back out and announce her feelings. But no, she had a reputation of dueling each man that pursued her, not chasing a man that would duel her in desperation to stop her words, if she should start talking of her feelings. Fay slipped into a light, cotton nightgown and sat on her bed, her lovely face cupped in two delicate hands. She couldn't help about thinking of him, of his clever mind, his warrior senses, and his strong body. And no doubt, things should be worse tomorrow. Probably another boy asking for permission to court her, pursuing her to the point of insanity. Surely her usual boys that asked her every day, without fail would be worse tomorrow. Fay was not feeling very optimistic as she lay in her bed, watching the ceiling.

But she was also filled with a happiness. She had been standing with him, talking to him! She was oh so grateful that they were at least friends, so they saw eachother often. His last words still hung in the night. 'Goodnight Fay." A deep, handsome voice swirled around her as if someone was placing a warm quilt around her shoulders to protect her from the cold of angry thoughts. Fay felt like dancing, singing. Just because she had talked to him. But she also felt like hitting her head in frustration. Why did she have to feel like this?! Why!? There wasn't a reason. And, if her wildest dreams should come true, and Murough asked to court her, how could she say yes, and how could she say no? But that was impossible... At least she didn't have to worry about that. Fay swept her fingers along her dirt floor, deep in thought. His lovely body, and deep.. booming voice. Soft like velvet.... Gruff as a bear's. I can almost hear it now... So clear. How odd and spectacular my mind is. Nerina, his voice is calling inside my imagination. It sounds as clear as if he was near my house. O! How wonderous! she thought. But wait, the voice that his calling is too clear... Perhaps he is yelling. Does he need my help?! At that thought she jumped up and grabbed a spear but then stopped abruptly. He'd skin me alive if I tried to help him Fay thought, throwing her spear easily. It pierced a rosy red apple on the other side of the room. "Perfect," she muttered and then sat back down in her bed, finally closing her eyes but then opening them, blushing at her thoughts of Murrough.

Black Rose Tragedy · 05-13-2007, 06:17 AM

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Originally Posted by DarkDreaming

Nerina sighed softly, as Ionn pressed his lips to her soft palm. It was like the waves kissing the sand, just as tender and soft... And now he was looking into her eyes, with such intense feeling she felt thrilled to her very core. All she had ever wanted in a man was packaged perfectly before her. From his poetic silver tongue, to his handsome masculine face, to the hidden steel she thought she saw beneath the soft bardish attitude.

"You have no need of that!" she laughed as he held her close in his arms. She pulled back so she could look deeply into those eyes, "You already have my love..." she breathed sincerely, her gray eyes twinkling like fallen stars, "You always have..." she sighed and laid her head upon his strong chest, "As for courting, I'm sure together we can talk Murough around." Then she jerked her head up, "Murough!" she said urgently, her voice high in alarm, "I didn't tell him where I was going! He'll be so worried!" she grabbed Ionn's hand and made as if to hurry back to his house, "Not to mention your guests!" she exclaimed, tugging lightly on Ionn's hand. Oh! How could they have forgotten the world around them? Though when she was with Ionn, Neri felt like the whole world just melted away.

Ionn looked into her silvery eyes and smiled at her as she said he would not need to do such a thing, “For thy eyes that shine brighter then the stars of the galaxies above and thy heavenly self I would go to the ends of this land to be with thee,” It felt oh so very nice to be able to talk to her and not have to worry about anyone judging them.

“I’m sure we can.” He said wondering how he would approach his best friend about the issue at hand. No not an issue a miracle he thought that’s what it was and that’s what Nerina always had been a miracle of the sea and heaven. Ionn was brought back to the present when he felt head shoot up nad mention Murough. He let her pull him running along with her back home.

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Then, just at that moment a sound made him turn and who did he see but Nerina and...Ionn! And they were holding hands and seemingly in a hurry to get back to Ionn's house! Their faces were flushed even in the cool night and Nerina's face was an expression of happiness and urgency and she tugged on Ionn. A strange feeling roared through Murough. His best friend! His little sister! "Nerina!" he shouted loudly, his deep voice echoing through the night.

Nerina looked up in alarm as a loud voice cut through the air. It was Murough. All her happiness dissipated suddenly and she felt her face flush hot. She dropped Ionn's hand like it was a hot rock. "Murough." she said, trying to keep her voice light. Oh! Why did he have to find out like this? "Enjoying a moonlight stroll?" she asked conversationally, hoping he would somehow believe that was all they had been doing.

Ionn had slowed down from a run to a brisk walk, enjoying the weight and warmth of Nerina’s hand in his. He was thinking about giving her one last hug before they reached the house when he heard his best friends voice cut through the night like a steely dagger. Ionn pulled his hand back as Nerina dropped it hoping that Murough hadn’t spotted them holding hands. Ionn nodded at Murough casually but indicating respect for his friend, “Murough,” he said not knowing what else to say and allowing Nerina to take it away a mistake he realized since now he really would think they were hiding something.

Symphora · 05-13-2007, 08:05 AM

Sam was about to help explaining what was television to him but it seemed Murough was busy with Fay.He smiled when he was offered a drink and thanked him.He wasnt sure if he could drink mead even though he was old enough to drink it so he preferred water then.
He turned to look at Ariel and Rose,they really were tired.However,Sam was not.He felt an urge to explore around the town.
"Hey,I'm going tu take a walk outside...you two go on ahead and rest..alright."he said and got up from his seat."Dont worry,I wont be long..
...I'll see yu two in ze mornin.."he smiled and walked out of the door.

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Naji stopped in front of his home before going inside. It wasn't big or small, but an okay size house. Just by looking around you could tell that it was a warrior. There was your regular house hold items like chairs and tables, but there was also and assortment of weapon hanging on the walls. Living by himself he never really had to worry about anyone messing with them. There was also a large empty space of room with a straw dummy on a post.

Taking drawing his dagger he throw it and it shot across the room piecing the heart of the dummy. Naji walked over and sat his bag on the table. He didn't feel much like eating or resting she he walked over to his his weapons and decided to train for a bit. There was broad to long swords, all size daggers, bows and arrows, staffs, spears, and one of his favorites a glaive. Which was a five foot long staff capped with a long double sided blade that could cut through anything. Making up his mind he picked up the glaive and grabbed a opal rope necklace from his bag, slipping it around his neck before walking outside again.

The village was quiet as he walked over to the gate. Scaring two of the guard because they didn't hear him walking up to them. Naji walked out into the forest. It was the best place to train. It was fairly dark, but the moon provided some light that he didn't need to light the opal. He stopped in a small clearing that he use to train and begin to stretch certain muscle groups. When he was finish he picked up the glaive and started spinning it. It picked up speed with ever second until it was a blur. He perform simple pattern dance of cuts, spins, and some added kicks. His hair tie came undone and his long black hair flowed free around him as he worked up a sweat. Strands flying across his face as he turned. Naji started to spin the glaive one last time and came to a stop inches away from a tree. He straighten up taking a deep breath. Sweeping his damp hair from his face.

The wind blew across Sam's face and it felt good.The area was quiet and peaceful as strange looking people were turning in for tonight.He walked along the narrow pathways and happened to see Naji walking out from an old building that looked like somekind of a warrior shrine.He followed Naji from behind....He managed to pass the two guards who were guarding the gate.Their eyes prying over him so he quicken his steps forward.He took out his wand and whispered,"Lumos.." Now,he could see his way through the forest.

Sam crouched low from behind the bushes and watched as Naji trained skillfully with all the weapons.
"How I wish I could be skillful like him and learn how tu fight..."he muttered under his breath.A black scorpion crawled up onto his hand and he didnt realised it until he felt something tickling.He looked down and was shocked to find a scorpion on his hand .He quickly put his other hand onto his mouth to stop himself from shouting.He stood up and tried shooking it off him.
Sam suddenly fell back when he accidentally tripped onto a tree root.
"Owww.."he mourned.

Lady Marmalade · 05-13-2007, 08:42 AM

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Murough nodded and handed Ariel a rough hewn wooden goblet containing clear, cool water. He peered curiously as she answered his question, still slightly confused by this sudden new reference to 'television'. He opened his mouth to ask her that very question when Fay had approached him and pretty much every sane thought fled his head. Forgetting all about his wonder at what 'television' was, he had left the group after telling them all to make themselves at home.

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Sam was about to help explaining what was television to him but it seemed Murough was busy with Fay.He smiled when he was offered a drink and thanked him.He wasnt sure if he could drink mead even though he was old enough to drink it so he preferred water then.

He turned to look at Ariel and Rose,they really were tired.However,Sam was not.He felt an urge to explore around the town.
"Hey,I'm going tu take a walk outside...you two go on ahead and rest..alright."he said and got up from his seat."Dont worry,I wont be long..
...I'll see yu two in ze mornin.."he smiled and walked out of the door.

The wind blew across Sam's face and it felt good.The area was quiet and peaceful as strange looking people were turning in for tonight.He walked along the narrow pathways and happened to see Naji walking out from an old building that looked like somekind of a warrior shrine.He followed Naji from behind....He managed to pass the two guards who were guarding the gate.Their eyes prying over him so he quicken his steps forward.He took out his wand and whispered,"Lumos.." Now,he could see his way through the forest.

Sam crouched low from behind the bushes and watched as Naji trained skillfully with all the weapons.
"How I wish I could be skillful like him and learn how tu fight..."he muttered under his breath.A black scorpion crawled up onto his hand and he didnt realised it until he felt something tickling.He looked down and was shocked to find a scorpion on his hand .He quickly put his other hand onto his mouth to stop himself from shouting.He stood up and tried shooking it off him.
Sam suddenly fell back when he accidentally tripped onto a tree root.
"Owww.."he mourned.

Ariel took the cup and thanked Murough with a small smile. She gulped down the water. When Sam said that he was going for a walk she would have love to go with him, but she could barely keep her eyes open. "Okay...night." she whispered as she drifted off to sleep curling up in a small ball with Chai still perched on her shoulder fast asleep as well. The empty goblet dropped from her hand and fell to the floor.

Naji took in several deep breaths as he walked back to the center of the clearing. He had thought someone had followed him out of the village, but hadn't really payed them any mind until he heard a thump and a few brushes move. He stood there for a few second as a nice breeze whipped across his face and pulled at his long black hair. One minute he was standing there and that next he was gone as if he just vanished in thin air.

He walked up behind Sam quietly, but swift. Naji reached down placing a hand on his shoulder before lifting him to his feet with one hand. His other hand still holding the glaive. "Why are you following me?" he asked. He voice was deep, but it still had this calm tone to it.

Symphora · 05-13-2007, 09:06 AM

Sam looked up to find Naji looking down on him.He struggled when Naji picked him up with only one hand.He noticed something shining and sharp on his other hand,he looked back up towards him again and gulped.
"I-I'm sorry,I d-didnt mean tu...I vas walking through ze' town and I happen tu saw yu...I was sort of curious of what yu do in ze middle of ze night...I swear I wasnt spying on yu...and I saw yu train with all that weapons and fighting skills.."he explained while glancing down onto his glaive and continued,"I thought it vas cool...tatz all."
Sam looked straight into his eyes,"Are yu goin tu kill me?"he stuttered.
Now,Sam was terribly terrified of what Naji going to do with him.

Lady Marmalade · 05-13-2007, 09:21 AM

Naji raised an eyebrow as the boy blurted out all of this stuff on why he was following him. He watched Sam eye the glaive in his hand clearly terrified of what he might do to him. "No, I'm not going to kill you and don't look so frightened. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already." Naji said as he watched the scorpion crawling up to Sam's feet ready to strike. He quickly draw his hidden dagger and throw it at the scorpion. Taking off its stinger in one clean cut, but not killing it. Naji reached down and picked up his dagger as the scorpion hurried away from them. "It dangerous to wander out here." he said turning his attention back to Sam.

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