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Post by Sirona on Sept 18, 2006 17:37:35 GMT -5
ooc: I think shes gonna go with him
Arya stood silently she could tell he was very annoyed but she made no move to leave. She started to walk behind him. "Yes I heard you had been through much worse but I am coming with you. You can barley walk and it is my fault. I am coming" Arya said her voice strict. She was ready to move quickly if he collapsed. She walked now beside him she still hadn't seen his face and was hoping she could. She wouldn't talk she rarley did so even if he hated being followed she would follow.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 18, 2006 20:08:55 GMT -5
The tall cloaked figure made no move to stop her from following, but he couldn't help feeling irritated. Even so, Sirus was quite glad when the girl didn't persist in talking, and so giving him peace of mind to focus on the task ahead. He moved with a huge limp in his step, and his hand remained clamped to the opened wound, but he continued at a good pace, which was surprising for the amount of pain he was obviousley expeiriencing. As he continued on, the movment, however toiling, became almost automatic, and he was able to move his mind away from the pain, and so for the moment, it was dulled to a slow throbbing in the back of his mind. He thought mainly about what he was going to do. Kaytale was nearest. Kaytale was his best bet. Would he be welcomed there? this was one question that he would most likely find out the answer to soon enough. would David be there? he expected him to be, and so no matter how he hoped the opposite, his mind deprived him of that one wish. He would have to confront his brother at some point anyways...so why bother putting it off? He sighed inwardly, though on the outside he remained silent, and stiff, not moving a muscle other than the constant pumping of his stiff legs. And this girl. What was he to think of her? she had crept through the trees very quietly. She had frozen his legs, then pointed a sword at his neck. They had spoken for a while, and during that time Sirus managed to anger her to the point of her driving her blade through his frozen leg. Afterwards, she broke into tears, and managed to thouroghly confuse him, then apologised for stabbing his leg. He winced as thoughts were directed back to his legs, but continued on, automatically diverting his attentions to different matters. Who was she? an elf no doubt by the looks of it. But where was she from...and, hell, what was her name? he didn't even know her name, and she obviousley was planning to travel with him. well, it didn't matter. He would most likely shake her off at Kaytale anyhow. That thought in mind, Sirus continued on with his heaving, limping stride, determined now to make it safely to the castle.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 19, 2006 7:31:33 GMT -5
Arya walked surprised that the man who she had injured was walking with only a limp. She was surprised he could walk at all. Arya watched his movements for any sings of collapsing. It seemed to her that he wasn't looking forward to where they where heading. She didn't care where they where going as long as he got to Heromines. Heromine was a great healer she had helped her get back to the body of her dead sisters. Arya had to make sure he lived to get to a check point she would make sure he couldn't move then she would go and get Heromine. Arya was still forming that plan in her head but she knew he would die if he didn't stay in one place. "What is your name?" Arya asked. She knew she couldn't tell him to answer but she wanted to know as she would be traveling with him. She walked beside him now waiting for a reply... if she got one. If he told her his name she would probably say hers just so she wasn't being rude. But she guessed shed already pushed that limit. As she walked her bare feet felt the wet snow under her. She liked the feeling ecspecially because she could control all water substances. Arya winced as she saw the blood fall on the once white snow. She feared much blood would fall on her element for now to the next but she couldn't know for sure. Arya waited still for the reply.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 20, 2006 17:25:28 GMT -5
Sirona walked briskly along the snow coverd path. Why the young unicorn was there she didn't know. SHe was sent by Heromine to keep a watch on Sirus. She had once known Sirus as an evil man but she no longer did. Heromine had told her he was not of evil blood any longer. If he still was then she would have fleed long ago. Heromine had told Sirona to keep watch over the young man and make sure he made it to Kaytale. Heromine knew the girl would take care of him for a close but she wanted some one she trusted to go. So she sent Sirona. Heromine was friends with David well was. Sirona knew if Sirus showed any sings of dropping then she would either have to go to David with a message or Heromine, which ever was closer. She was still far away for Sirus she wa hoping to edge evercloser with each breath but with the snow it made it much more difficult. Her black coat shone through the many trees that where surounding her. Her dark coat fitting the surounding. She could once again sence the presence of the one she followed. She stopted and thought about something Heromine had said. You may go close but becarful how you act Sirona started to run toward them.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 21, 2006 7:00:56 GMT -5
Sirus thought for a moment about how to answer the girls blunt question. She could know his name....what difference would it make? "Sirus." he said, then paused as if to think over wether that was a good decision or not. "though," he added, clenching his teeth at a particularily bad wave of pain, "I don't really see what good knowing my name will do for you." He had managed to say that last part normally, in his usual smooth tones. After saying so, he stopped abruptly, and ignoring the protest his leg put up, he whirled around just in time to see a Unicorn burst from the brush and run towards them. Now...this was odd. It wasn't often that a unicorn would aproatch a human being, or an elf. They were proud creatures, though also wary of the races who walk up-right. Sirus was ready for anything...should this creature decide to attack. He also knew that Unicorns were defensive, and if he had, perhaps walked too near to where this creature kept her children, then that would give the unicorn reason to try and chase him off. Yes, Sirus knew quite a bit about the creatures of Liav. He took quite a bit of time learning about them in the year he chose to study. It facinated him about just how much he had missed in his previouse passage in life. But, he was here to fix that now, though it would never be forgotten.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 21, 2006 7:33:30 GMT -5
Arya listened carfully. "Ah I see... Sirus so then I had a right to stabe you for causing pain in this land." Arya said. Her tone smooth and cautious. She heard foot steps from behind her but the where not human they where four hoofed. She saw Sirus turn quickly. She followed. She then saw a unicorn. SHe had seen her before at Heromines. "Heromine favours you" Arya said walking closer to the black beast. Sirona watched carfully about every thing that was going on around her. She saw the elf she new by the name of Arya walk closer. She walked towards her. Arya stroked the head of the magnificant beast. "Hello Sirona" Arya said kindly. "Do you have a note from Heromine?" Arya asked. The mare made no move to show Arya the note Heromine old boney fingers wrote. "Shes here to help you get to Heromines" Arya said walking back to Sirus.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 21, 2006 15:54:41 GMT -5
Sirus watched, bearly moving, as the elven girl aproatched the unicorn. He still didn't know her name, though he now knew the unicorns. "I don't need any assistance. I was managing fine before you came along and stabbed my leg, I was managing before the unicorn came...and beleive it or not, I'm managing now." He turned around and began walking at his same steady pace through the woods. He was nearing the forests edge, and could tell as the trees started to become more and more distanced from one another. He didn't bother to look back to see if the unicorn and elf would follow. He would be able to hear them following, if they did. "I'm not even going to Heromines." he muttered to himself, not knowing if he was heard or not. He didn't really care either way.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 21, 2006 16:04:16 GMT -5
Arya shook her head and started to follow. Sirona ran infront of her then infront of Sirus. Sirona could see that he was hurt badly and eve though he might hate it he would get on her back. Arya caught up to Sirona and Sirus. She didn't speak she just watched.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 21, 2006 17:37:10 GMT -5
For a breif moment, Sirus was tempted to allow the unicorn to carry him to Kaytale. But, he quickly swept the idea aside. He wouldn't be caught allowing a unicorn to carry him to Kaytale...he could manage himself. But then again...it was quite tempting. That way he could save a lot of blood, and have a much better attempt at living. But...would the creature carry him? Would it not be an embarassment to her to carry a worthless being like himself? He had, of course, stopped walking as soon as the horned being stepped into his path, and he held his leg, his body starting to tremble slightly from blood loss. God, this was a huge inconvenience in his life...but he knew he would make it through. He wasn't quite ready to die just yet, as he didn't know, nor did he want to know, what awaited him in the lands after life. He supposed he would meet up again with Temporance....but he didn't care. The wench didn't bother him anymore. He stared at the unicorn, unsure what to do, but not letting his uncertainty show on his face. He kept his usual, composed, unrevealing expression, and pose, waiting for the beast to make a move.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 21, 2006 19:02:37 GMT -5
Sirona edged closer to Sirus. EVen though it was small she could see he wanted to be carried which made her happy. No forcing today Sirona thought. Her body turned toward sirus. She went as low as possible and waited for him to climb abored her back. Arya was pleased Sirona made the move to allow Sirus on to her back.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 22, 2006 16:13:34 GMT -5
Sirus stared at the unicorn for a while. He wasn't stupid, and knew what the creature was trying to communicate. He also knew that, though the decision was completley his, he had little other choice. "oh, in the name of Liav" he muttered the curse under his breath as he managed to heave his injured form onto the unicorns broad back.
He couldn't beleive he was doing this, but he sucked up his pride and did it anyhow. And so the dark-haired man sat abroad the dark-coated unicorn's back, cloak hanging around his legs, its hood remaining over his head. He would ride to Kaytale, then insist to get off and walk through the gates himself. He would, of course, thank the unicorn, as he was not that inconsiderate, but he had his pride to think about as well, and he would want to confront the Queen, and his brother, alone. It was something he had to do.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 22, 2006 16:20:53 GMT -5
Arya pleased that Sirus hadn't put up any big fight. "Thank god" she muttered. She knew Sirus had a very big ego when he wanted. "Then off we go" Arya said leading the way. Sirona's dark body walked slowly hoping not to cause Sirus to much pain. Her white horn shimered. Thank Liav Sirona thought to herslef.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 22, 2006 16:45:40 GMT -5
Sirus winced from the pain that each step brought to him, but remained composed, and silent, bearing it willingly. He didn't have a huge ego, it was simply that he took his pride into consideration perhaps a bit too much. Even though he had a very seemingly hard outer shell, and he was not too willing to show his soft side, it was there. He was not a bad person, and would most likely make the right choice in a bad situation.
Though he wasn't really paying it that much attention, the scenary was beginning to change quite drastically. The trees were thinning out considerably, untill they just seemed to stop, replaced for a short distance with bristly looking shrubs, then fading to nothing.
The grass also stopped growing abruptly as the earth took on a very rocky terrain, and mountains could be viewed, coming closer with each, painful step forwards. They were passing by the vorineo mountains, standing tall, dark, and proud in the clearing. They would most likely move around the mountains, the tall walls of rock seperating them from the fortress of Gordan, where no doubt the perilouse Avrix was plotting her revenge on the world, though it couldn't be certain where she was at all.
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Post by Sirona on Sept 22, 2006 18:12:24 GMT -5
Arya walked stedially infront of Sirona she relised that she was trying not to cause much pain. Sirus's leg was still bleeding only slightly though. Her bare feet felt the snow beanth them disaper slowly. She then relised that they where in Gordan. She hated the place but it had to be crossed. She didn't know is Sirsu was asleep or not but she slowed to be eaqual with his bleeding leg. Her hand touched it freezing it once more. She didn't care if he hated it but it must be done. For one thing if it wasn't stopted he would bleed to death and two the birds that surounded the lands would attack and most likly kill both of them. Arya put her finger to her lips as a notion to ba as quite as possible. Sirona walked with much fear as anything. She hated Gordan now the Avrix was ruling she would kill anything standing in her way or not. Sirona's foot slipped but soon regained balance. Arya walked slowly on even though she felt like running she didn't show any sings of fear just her normal face determined.
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Post by Cadenza on Sept 22, 2006 21:45:17 GMT -5
ooc// I keep forgetting that its winter! SNOW. not GRASS.
Sirus, to his dismay, felt the ice creeping up his leg, freezing his blood. The feeling was not at all pleasant. It felt odd to not be able to move his leg...almost as if the limb didn't belong to him, but to another being. It was sort of like when you sleep in an odd position, arm pinned beneath your body, and it looses feeling. You would then wake up, and shake it untill you felt pins and needles, then finally the blood would begin to circulate again.
But, Sirus realised that this time, the girls doing was all for the better of good. He knew that if the blood flow wasn't stopped, then he would loose to much if it, and the result would most likely be death. And so, in a way, he was greatful, though he really prefered to be able to feel the limb as his own.
The mountains slowly passed, or more they slowly passed the mountains, and the scenary again slowly began to change. The rocky terrain was replaced with rolling hills, large, leafless trees loomed tall over head. Sirus looked up to see large, fluffy white snowflakes landing on his cloak, melting into the fabric apon their arival. The more lucky survivors landed on the earth, only to be trampled by the hooves of the young unicorn mare, whos black coat contrasted majorly with the brilliant white of the snow.
Sirus's mind, however, began to drift away from the snow, and the odd feeling of his frozen leg. He was picturing Kaytale. The castle was beautiful, and the people in it good. Inculding his brother. David. yes, his brother David was there as well. He would have to face him finally. He would have to tell him what he had been meaning to tell him for the longest time. He loved his brother. Yes, loved. It was common for brothers to love each other, and Sirus felt he needed to confess that he had always adored his younger sibling.
He could still remember that one deadly fight in the fortress of Gordon. They had been in hawk form, and the brawl had taken place on the hard stone floor of the dank castle. Sirus could still feel his brothers claw sinking into his left eye. As this thought coursed through Sirus' mind, he absently reached up his right hand to touch the left eye. It was milky white, and had no vision whatsoever. He didn't like to talk about it, and hid it from people as often as possible. If they knew his weakness...well, he just liked so people didn't know about it.
Again, Sirus was back to reality, focusing on Sirona's steady rythm as she left her tracks in the virgin blanket of snow. The elven girl walked steadily ahead, and no one spoke. The silence was deafening, and empty as a shell once the bird from within had hatched. Kaytale was aproatching fast, and soon would be apon them.
ooc: do you wanna post at Kaytale after we've figured out the plot?
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