Lake Geneva France. :]
#1
Posted 09 September 2007 - 08:06 PM
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#2
Posted 09 September 2007 - 08:30 PM
Taliera stumbled forward as she crossed through the portal into the inky darkness that she found to be slowly dispelled by the daring fingers of the tender dawn. Gaining her balance again, the young woman stood straight, wrapping her arms around herself to hold together the pieces. No more tears came, the ache dulled to a subconscious buzz. Instead she let the silence on dewy air of the early morning envelope her, wrap her in the velvety feel as she hardly dared breathe for fear of shattering it. This was a place she had once heard talked about in passing, though she failed to quite recall what who had spoken of it or why they had. It was not really important anyhow; not much mattered right now. When one had fallen so far they looked up and saw no light, when one had fled so deep a strange path that when they turned around and saw not even their own footsteps, that was when the heart faltered. It was for that reason that Taliera desired to run with a burning passion, a passion that had brought her to the spot she stood. The anyeli's head snapped up as the silence was broken by a splashing. As her emerald eyes lowered to the lake, she saw another young woman with wings to match her own. Taliera was discomforted, ruffling the gray feathers. She was not alone, but the presence was not a comfortable one. She needed no more ridicule, though she failed to see how any more words might bring her further down. Instead she chose to stand there, wings partially opened as the stare followed the other anyeli. She said not a word, not caring for such commodity. Her eyes might as well have burnt a hole straight through their focus. |
#3
Posted 09 September 2007 - 08:34 PM
A flash of light and swirl of neon colors later, Ilire was dumped unceremoniously along a coastline that stretched from east to west as far as the eye could see. He promptly got up, brushed a few specks of dust and sand from his pants, and looked around. It certainly appeared peaceful. The lake was beautiful, quite clean by Earth standards. A red banner flapped in the distance.
Curious, he took a few tenative steps toward the strange sight and soon realized it was no banner, and in fact vibrantly colored hair fluttering in the wind. Ilire's breath caught in his throat as he noted her feathery wings. Still grey. An angel? The girl seemed roughly his age; perhaps older. That should've been old enough to know better than to reveal her wings on Earth so carelessly.
On the other hand, the entire beach seemed quite deserted, save the two of them... Still looking around, Ilire took the clumsy human-hat off his head, giving his small horns some breathing room. Up close, the flame-haired girl was quite attractive. His lips curled upward a little. Gesturing to the horizon, he murmered,
"I've always loved sunrises."
"Anywhere or anymore, you are what I'm looking for ." ~ hellogoodbye
#4
Posted 09 September 2007 - 08:48 PM
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#5
Posted 09 September 2007 - 09:02 PM
A male entered Taliera's line of sight, apparently talking to the anyeli. Taliera's eyes could make out the broader features of their faces, though finer points and colourations were lost upon her. Her ears could not make out the syllables of their speech, so she knew not what they spoke of, though she was not inspired to remedy that. She sat down on her knees, the gray feathers of her wings brushing the lush grass that brushed against her legs. The young woman just continued to watch, staring brazenly. It failed to bother her that once staring at strangers had not been polite, but manners seem to have faded in light of recent events. Eventually she did look away, though, her eyes drifting to the hands in her lap. She could almost feel that paper in her hands still, the light substance that still felt heavier than lead in her grasp. Clenching her fists, Taliera frowned deeply, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over again. With bloodshot eyes, she looked up again at the two strangers below. That was when the tears spilled over, but they were not of sorrow. They were of hatred, of complete and utter loathing. |
#6
Posted 09 September 2007 - 09:08 PM
"Aah. How fortunate that we've met, then." Ilire said in the cheery voice he reserved just for strangers. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Ilire."
The way that she looked at his eyes was a little unnerving though; made his wings flutter a little underneath his coat. In the long run, strange eyes were not nearly as strange as protruding fangs, or slitted pupils. Ilire couldn't understand her curiousity. He blinked and stared back at her, then abruptly turned his eyes towards the ground uncomfortably.
"Before you ask, they're not contacts."
"Anywhere or anymore, you are what I'm looking for ." ~ hellogoodbye
#7
Posted 09 September 2007 - 09:25 PM
Taliera's fists shook with the absolute fury as she watched. The woman wasn't exactly angry with them specifically, she was angered by people in general. She was sick of them. What she did next was purely of the nature brought by blinding emotion, something that she would never be able to explain her exact reasoning for. Standing again, Taliera glared for a moment before turning to the nearest tree. Malice coated every nerve in her body and she reached out. Digging in with her fingernails, she wrenched the cone-shaped item from the branch, turning quickly. Pitching it as hard as she could, the beehive soared through the air towards the ones below. Bees were already swarming about at the foolish move, read to barrage the raven-haired girl. It took only a step and a useless flap of her wings to send Taliera tumbling backwards. Falling down the hill, a splash erupted in the lake a few yards from the others. Being completely soaked did not embarrass Taliera as it would have, it just increased her fuming attitude. It was easy to imagine smoke issuing from her ears as her hateful eyes turned to see what had happened from her toss. |
#8
Posted 09 September 2007 - 09:45 PM
Apparently, that moment was all it took for an enraged bee to sting him on the arm. He looked down at the red bump and shuddered. Dizziness and nausea swept through him and he frantically thrashed, only to sink again; a weakness overtaking his limbs. He gasped and choked and fought toward the surface, toward the shore.
Xanth must have been watching, for he somehow dragged himself to the far end of the coast, despite the pain that racked his body. One look at his arm had him groaning. Dozens of small red bumps had formed up and down his arms, and were itching quite a bit. Hives. He was allergic. No wonder he couldn't remember ever having been stung before. Dizziness swept over him again, and the world went fuzzy and out of focus. His had time for only one thought before his vision clouded and everything went dark.
I hope Isabella's alright.
"Anywhere or anymore, you are what I'm looking for ." ~ hellogoodbye
#9
Posted 10 September 2007 - 06:50 PM
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#10
Posted 11 September 2007 - 01:51 AM
Taliera drew herself to her feet, water dripping from her in torrents. Her clothes and hair were completely drenched, but her mind was focused on the scene before her. In both glee and agony the same she found her eyes resting on the pair. The soaked anyeli held Taliera's eyes for a long moment, allowing the gazer to fill with emotions. Her hatred and fury raged high only now tinted with slight remorse. The slight reprieve was nothing of notable relief, for the anyeli's conscious was minuscule enough to be dragged beneath the tide of action. They deserved what they got. They really did. Even with the light of the early morning, Taliera did not turn away and did not flee. She was not afraid of being seen. When one had nothing left, they have nothing to hide. It was for that reason that she did not care if her face was known and hated. It was for that reason that she did not scuffle back from responsibility of what she had done. She meant it, simple as that. Just as it is the thought that counts, intention plays a part in determining the outcome of an event. Taliera was so bold in intention as to wade a bit closer through the waters. Perhaps the man was dead. Maybe Taliera had yet again killed someone. A chill ran across Taliera's skin, though perhaps the feeling that accompanied it was not as dreading as it should have been. She failed to care. It was beyond her. |
#11
Posted 11 September 2007 - 05:58 PM
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#12
Posted 16 September 2007 - 10:10 PM
He sighed in relief when he saw Isabella a small distance away, looking perfectly unharmed, if not a bit perturbed. There was no one else could could have doused him awake. As it was, he shot Isabella a half-hearted glare. It was rather difficult to be vicious when you felt as stable as a pool of jello.
"When I get home," he said with a shiver, "I'm sitting in the dryer until my hair frizzes and falls out."
The slight pain in his arm as he waggled a finger at her reminded him of what had happened. Events came sluggishly to him until the entire morning was recalled. Immediately, he sobered up. Although his lips felt chapped, and his tongue heavy, there was an edge in his voice as he spoke.
"How long have I been sleeping? And by any chance did you see who threw that hive?"
"Anywhere or anymore, you are what I'm looking for ." ~ hellogoodbye
#13
Posted 17 September 2007 - 01:37 AM
As her anger and hatred looped around, it came full circle and the feeling in Taliera's stomach made her want to be sick. Curling her arms around her, like trying to hold on to anything she may have had left of herself, her fierce green eyes softened and dropped away. She did not run nor hide, however. Whereas minutes before she had held the vindictive belief that the two on the shore not so far away deserved whatever it was that befell them, she now held the horrible feeling that she deserved whatever it was that happened to her. She was turning into those she hated, those that had done her wrong. What was wrong with her so much that one single day could alter her very morality? Had it not been her goal, her job, to do what was in good spirit and not the poorer? Perhaps the years were simply an upstage, a setup for a pitfall like what she had just done. Occasionally, ripples in the lake would spread out from where her toes almost touched it. Every so often one could hear the soft plip of a tear falling into the lake. Now was when the guilt and remorse settled in, getting comfortable for a nice long stay. Taliera considered for a moment going over and apologizing, but she was quick to decide that was pointless. What would she say? I'm sorry that I threw a beehive of swarming stingers at you; isn't this lovely weather? That failed to seem very logical. The woman stayed put, letting her ebony hair fall forward the shield her face from view as she tried to will the tears to a stop. Had she not cried enough recently? Still, the glistening drops came forth unbeckoned, and she squeezed her sides in battle against the looming feelings that filled her insides, turning them rotten. She would wait. Surely the sentence for what she had done would come to her soon enough. |
#14
Posted 17 September 2007 - 04:27 PM
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#15
Posted 30 September 2007 - 09:08 PM
The rather unsettling fact was that Taliera's mind was not so much to be called a mind at that moment, for it was jumbled and unorganized, not really thinking at all. When a simple piece of paper had shown might enough to bring the woman to hit the floor, Taliera's mind had come to a grinding halt. No longer did she carefully consider things or stick to what seemed "right", she simply followed the whims of her heart. It was then that her heart screamed against her head that she was being foolish. What point was there in letting tortuous things lash against her voluntarily? Why should she stand here in tears of what was happening? Her heart steeled again as the previous thought returned. They had deserved it. They deserved all that happened to them. Taliera had known more misery than delight at others' hands, and now that they should have their debt repaid. Gone just as suddenly as it had come, the remorse fell away. Taliera's eyes shifted angrily to the two. As the other anyeli disappeared through the portal, Taliera waited. Then, just when she was sure she could make it, her feet raced off and she followed, barely even noting where it was that she asked the portal to take her. It didn't matter. There were no ties to hold her down. There was nothing to return to or flee from. Right now she was mindless to consequence. |