OOC I'm sorry most of it is about her history, it's not as long as it looks! And most of the information about Venetie is unconfirmed. The only thing I'm certain that exists is the creek and Venetie Lake. Nostalgia was not at all foreign to the Nymph; she had grown up with sled dogs all around and had become very much close to each and everyone of them. When one was sold she would grieve for days at their departure, despite knowing that she was likely to see them again, Venetie being such a small village. But the thing that hit her most now, much more than she had expected it to, was her homesickness. Everyday her heart longed to return home. To return and see the chubby, giggling face of her adorable brother, the welcoming and loving embrace of her parents, the soft, silky pelts of the boistrous sled dogs, and, most of all, to see the wonders of Venetie. She would never forget the first time that she had uncovered the secret beauty to her homeland. It was a frosty morning of the second sun of Udes when her father had suggested that the family go trekking. The little Nymph had seen but eight fruitful years and was terrified at the thought of even stepping near a mountain. But after much bribing and encouragement from her parents, she finally plucked up the courage to challenge the wrath of the sinister mountains. Ascending was a slow process, Ammy being so young, but the journey was made. And as she stood atop the mountains, face red, huffing and puffing, a sudden pride filled her heart as her gaze met the sight of the land below her. For as far as the eye could see, thousands of shades of green sloped gently along the landscape like a velvet blanket, dotted with rainbow speckles that bobbed about in an uncanny rhythm. Blotches of dense woodland sprouted from the ground in abundance like measles of the earth, and through them, a creek snaked itself around the countryside, meandering between the woodland and through the valleys. But the cherry of this cake was definately the snow. Even in the Summer, everything was always coated with a layer - be it thin or thick - of snow which glistened silver as the sun's rays reflected it, sending a spctrum of color everywhere. The Nymph had never imagined that there could ever be any place in the world - no, in the galaxy that was as beautiful as her home of Venetie. But it turned out she was wrong. She had yet to explore the whole of Elysia, but the Nymph had let her homesickness take control and her feet were now moving on their own accord. And they had chosen to take her to a humble lake snuggled cosily admidst the towering trees of the surounding forest. She couldn't believe it at first, and her initial reaction was 'Venetie Lake?'. But as she drew closer, her fantasy was broken as it dawned upon her that it was not her homeland, but a place similar - Sitka, many miles due South East of Venetie. She sat there not, on the bank of the lake, hugging her knees with disapointment plastered onto her delicate face. How much she had wanted it to be true. Yes, this alien land was beautiful, but it did nothing to remedy the illness in her heart. 'I need a friend.' She murmered, letting her fingertips touch the water lightly as she trailed them across the blue surface. |
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Posted 24 September 2007 - 05:34 PM
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Posted 24 September 2007 - 05:42 PM
Guten Abend Miss, may I join you by the lakeside on this fine evening?
He smiles at her locking his eyes...forgetting completley about his new fangs which glisten in the moonlight.
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Posted 26 September 2007 - 06:04 PM
OOC: Once again, another pointlessly long ramble about nothing, but merr =P I LOVE man – ponytails, tie it up more often =DDD Loneliness was not a desirable feeling. In fact, it was rather abominable and camaraderie with the callous thing was impossible. But despite knowing this, it was hard to keep oneself from straying from the path of Joy and Gaiety and becoming lost in the deathly wildwood, where Despair and Forlornness gripped you with its meager icy blue claws, and his sharp breath sliced and cut at your skin as it whipped about the fragile pale of your skin. Words of torment and mockery tickled your ear as he whispered, voice oozing with malevolence and menace…useless…rubbish…alone…friendless……only, you didn’t laugh. You couldn’t even feel the tickles. All you could feel was a malapropos prickling, prodding and poking at your raw peachy skin. And slowly, but surely, the optimism of your former self was being sapped away, extracted with the utmost care. And all that was left after every fragment of happiness was drained away, was a delicate shell. Easily broken, at the flick of a finger. But if not left too late, the inhabitant of the shell could be revived – pretty easily at that. But once left too long, the shell begins to putrefy and harden into an ominous sepulcher and there is no resurrection. But Ammy wouldn’t go there, she couldn’t go there; she would lose everything if she did. Her friends, her pets, Erlana, Elysia, her wonderful memories, and most importantly, her family. She didn’t know if she could – no, she just couldn’t survive without her family. Since day one, her family has been behind her, encouragement and criticism of all sorts being thrown in her direction. Even during bad times, it was their love and warm embraces that kept her – and everyone else in the village – going. She was her soul, her spirit, her essence. They were her everything. And to lose them, it was like Death itself had consumed her. She couldn’t not see them all again. The affectionate smile of her doting mother, the loving grin of her cordial father, the energetic waggling of tongues and swishing of tails of the boisterous dogs and, the thing she loved the most, the glowering face of her beautiful younger brother. She couldn’t risk it. ‘Guten Abend Miss, may I join you by the lakeside this fine evening?’ It was a gentle male voice, and not one she recognized (not that there were many voices in the world she recognized). There was a certain serenity in his voice and it seemed genuine, not like that of a savage beast – if they existed. But she doubted it. ‘Sure, be my guest.’ She purred softly, patting the patch of grass beside her as a gesture to say he should sit. She glanced at the images, which rippled gently in the water as a breeze stroked it. It was not a clear image, but from what she could see, the man was wearing a cloak, his traveling attire perhaps. She giggled slightly as images of her child brother running about with a red cape sprung up in her mind. His hair was of a midnight black, silver highlighted his head here and there, stark and clashing against the raven of his hair’s base color. The Nymph’s hair swished lightly on the grass as her head turned and her eyes met the gentleman’s. ‘What a handsome fellow.’ She thought, but crimson painted her cheeks as she did so and a hearty chortle escaped her mouth, followed by a quick vigorous shake of the head. What a time to rememberhim. She looked up again at the stranger. ‘How rude of me. I’m very sorry, Sir. My name is Ammanity Rae, a pleasure to meet you.’ She said, suddenly shy. Her lips creased into a smile as she beamed up at him. It was silly, she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. She noted the pointed teeth which cracked his immaculate row of teeth, but it bothered her not. After all, growing up around ‘vicious’ canines has made her practically immune to bites (she hopes at least) and he does seem genuinely nice to be afraid of. A flicker past her eye and then the sound of wings beating heavily. Ammy wondered what it was at first as her eyes followed the creature around the perimeter of the lake, but as the black shadow drew near the moon found the answer for her. Stroking the airborne individual with her silvery fingers, she saw what could only be described as… ‘An angel?’ She breathed, eyes widening in both shock and fascination. Childhood tales had filled the girl’s mind with many an image, and the angel happened to be one of the creatures of the fantasy world that enchanted her. How wonderful, she thought, it would be to be able to fly. To feel the wind in your face, blowing and pulling about your hair like an invisible scarf must be wonderful. ‘I wish I could fly.’ It was more of a comment for personal benefit rather than an attempt to stir up conversation, but she said it nevertheless. Maybe her companion knew someone who could take her flying one day. |
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Posted 26 September 2007 - 08:32 PM
I apologize Ammanity, I was a bit distracted by your beauty. I forget my manners however, I am Inimicus Malus and it is my extreme pleasure to meet you
He leans towards the nymph, reaching for her hand to place a gentlemanly kiss on it. With a start he realizes they are not alone, in the shining moonlight an angelic figure appears....Hmmm Elder told me about these one, Anthei, Anathi, Anthea...something like that....hmm she looks young, immature at least and inexpierienced, and here she comes... Inimicus thinks to himself as the figure catches the silver moonlight, than catches the snow....head first. Inimicus places his hand on his head in embarassment for the woman and a bit of annoyance and turns to the nymph
excuse me for a moment Ammanity
He rises from the ground and barely takes a step when the woman is asking to sit down and sitting as soon as she asks well that is slightly rude....oh whatever though she just crashed headfirst into a snowbank. He resumes his seat by Ammanity and turns to her and speaks in his soft tenor...odd for a vampire.
Are you alright M'Lady, that seemed to be a very rough crash. I am Inimicus Malus by the way, it is an honor to meet you
He reaches for her hand like Ammanity earlier to place a kiss on it, as he reaches for her hand the moonlight catches his hair and it seems to shimmer oddly in the light. She is beautiful, but the Nymph is something more he thinks. He grins baring his fangs in the moonlight as he thinks.
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Posted 29 September 2007 - 08:33 PM
OOC: Sorry, this is a really bad post cause I'm so hyper after shooting another HBP vid The icy breeze was frequent, and, being ridden by an army of browning leaves, it caressed the faces of the unsuspecting individuals as it glided past, numbing their cheeks and freezing their noses. The cold of Alaska bothered most as they frantically pulled at their thick layers of woolen clothing and breathed and rubbed everything together to produce the heat of friction. It was a wonder why some people came to the chilly state if all they were going to do was moan and groan about something so petty. But for Ammy, the weather bothered her not; to her it was just another infinitesimal thing that was prodding and poking at her, trying to catch her attention - after all, growing up in the state has done wonders to give her immune powers against low temperatures. She wondered if her companion minded the cold. 'I apologize Ammanity, I was a bit distracted by your beauty. I forget my manners however, I am Inimicus Malus and it is my extreme pleasure to meet you.' A smile creased on Ammy's face as Inimicus reached out to kiss her hand and she giggled in a terribly childishly manner. It was sweet of him to do such a thing, and also very gentlemen like, so why she laughed, even she didn't know, but she often found the most ridiculous things funny anyway. As Inimicus withdrew from her hand, the Nymph found it the chance to sneak a closer peak at him. From her view, she could see the top of his head much more clearer and the silver hairs that intermingled with the black seemed somewhat...magical. The moon was playing her tricks again and with her palette of silver, she painted the sir's head with silver that sparkled in the moon's spotlight like stringy strands made of glitter and moon dust. It was terribly attractive in comparison to her own mundane raven hair, which she had never dreamed of changing, but after meeting this man, she was having second thoughts. 'No worries, Inimicus, sir.' She grinned amicably and, seeing it as the only thing appropriate, nodded in reply to his kiss - of - the - hand. 'Excuse me for a moment Ammanity.' The Nymph's eyes followed Inimicus as he rose to greet the angelic creature, whose had certainly startled her. She was a pretty creature, her features delicate and genteel - as she expected them to be. “Mind if I join you?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, but it need not an answer, for she invited herself to sit down, with a slightly annoyed Inimicus dropping after her. Ammy didn't mind though; the more the merrier after all! "Not to be rude or anything, but are you a Nymph? You seem to be too beautiful to be a human,” Crimson patches appeared on her pale cheeks again. It was strange being complimented like this, sure her parents used to call her beautiful, but that was different. 'Apparently so. I'm Ammanity, nice to meet you.' A hand would have been offered but it seemed too formal for this little...'gathering'. "I’m Isabella. Isabella Franchino,” Just a nod to acknowledge this as her eyes flickered back to the lake. With her arms wrapped around her knees again and eyelids shut, Ammy added her own harmony to sing with the lake as a soft hum rose into the air and was whisped away into the woodland. Singing in the moonlight was soothing to the soul. How perfect. |
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 03:52 AM
"I understand that in this weather and in your species it may be hard for you to simply sit still, so hear, take my cloak I dont need it, it may help keep you a bit warmer and by all means stretch your wings if that is what feels right to you I am not keeping you here, if you must fly than fly I dont think my cloak will interfere too much and it will keep you warm. "
He sits down again by the lakeside a bit closer to Ammanity than before. Inimicus has long since been impervious to the cold, he loved it, thrived in it, he loved burying himself in snow and jumping out to scare people. The Nymph starts to sing a song gazing at the moonlight dancing on the river and Inimicus smiles, it reminded him so much of a song he had heard long ago. He starts to sing the soft and haunting, yet rather beautiful, melody he had heard as a child along with the Nymph gazing at the moonlight dance on the water surface.
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 07:00 PM
" Insolent wretch this one is. No manner, no civility, and apparently a temper to rival that of a volcanoe....this will come to blows I just know it, i dont like hitting women but I will..."
he than rises and gazes into Bellas eyes locking his on hers his green eyes piercing into hers in his no longer concealed annoyance, his hair is obviously shimmering in the moonlight now though now of its own accord, it seems as if it functions with his emotions. Speaking in a very cold voice that would make a person shiver in the warmest weather
" Ms Isabella, you are being incredibally rude and I personally find it offensive. Since you got here you have ignored no common civility, no manners, and seem unable to just sit and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. I had little issue with you when you got here, but you have become increasingly unmannered and that offends me at a very personal level. You have no reason to be angry with me yet I have every reason to be angry with you and guess what, I am not yet, I am annoyed but not angry and I have reason to be. So i suggest you douse your firery temper and decide if it is really worth being angry over something you caused on yourself and at the same time learn a few more manners "
Inimicus grabs his cloak and turning bends over to place it on the ground beside Ammanity turning his back on the person he just lectured very sternly
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 08:02 PM
" alright, I tried to be kind, you were rude, I tried to mearly tell you you were being rude and you assaulted me, not only that but you assaulted me dishonerably when my back was turned. Xanth help me but i think I need to try and teach you a lesson "
He reaches down and unbuttons his tunic, with a swirl he hurls it behind him on top of his cape revealing two silver short swords strapped to his naked chest, he draws the swords one in each hand with a flourish and twirls them around, he obviously knows very well how to use swords, he unstraps the sheathes and hurls them behind him as well. He bares his fangs at the Angel as he flips his swords, one facing up, one point down and bends his knees in a combat stance.
" if its a fight you want then lets fight! I am tired of being looked down on for what I had no choice but to be and for the manners which I assoicate with what is required, I will NOT be ignored ANYMORE! "
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 08:48 PM
" Never demean the name of Xanth by speaking it with your corse tounge you pathetic excuse for a Canary. You are pathetic, a failed attempt at creating something worthwhile or beautiful because you are neither. You are simply pathetic, a being with less grace than a three legged dog and less intelligence than a flea, all you have is strength and some mistaken sense that you are in anyway superior when in fact you are less than everyother being. Xanth should never have made a mistake like you you pathetic excuse for life! You cling to some idea of being an innocent girl when there were more innocent rapists on earth, Hitler was more innocent than you you pathetic excuse, all that is wrong with society flows in your body. You have no honor, you have no courtesy, you have nothing but a mistaken image in your body your mind and your soul"
he stands his ground mocking her, his swords glinting silver in the moonlight. He thinks to himself how sad this is is, and how painful this is going to be for him...are people really like this, are people really this bad even in this world. He had had some idea that people would be more respectful in this world and he was mistaken. He mutters to himself outloud in german
" Pathetic excuse for a human....figures she is Italian I hated few people but for some reason I hated all the italians I had known, they always felt they were superior or seemed that way, always their noses up like they stepped in something foul when they talked to us germans. We are not Hitler, we were not hitler, many of those who fought for the Nazis fought for their homes and families and not for the ideals but no one understands that, these Italians least of all from my expierience, I am alive for my family and I will show her the true strength of the German People and the true might of XANTH!"
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Posted 06 October 2007 - 07:12 PM
OOC: Short post, soz. And permish given for GMing ^^ There was a serene feeling about that frosty evening. The gentle evening sounds singing with the melody of the Nymph. The sharp cree - creeing of the cicadas, the soft swish - swishing of the swaying grass and the mellow woosh - wooshing of the wind's breath all came together as the Night's harmony to sing of the lushness and the tranquility that Alaska held in its hands. The moon too was a peaceful soul tonight, keeping her pouch of tricks neatly tucked away while she brought out her plate of beauty to feed to the world. It was flawless scene, so smooth and warm like the surface of pure wax, melting into your hands. But there was something terribly wrong, and it grappled and nagged at the Nymph's pale skin like a disease trying to find an openning to tunnel into and penetrate the oh so irratable health in her cheeks. Her eyes shifted from the lake to Inimicus and then to Isabella. The camaraderie had been easy enough, both parties with goodwill on their lips as they had approached her. But now, in place of the previous felicity, their faces were hard with a harsh austere look as their eyes bored immoral thoughts into each other's heads. Ammy could almost see the energy from their loathing shooting out of their eyes and slicing into the opponent's skin. It was awful and it broke the peace like a spear to a mirror. And to make matters worse, the two had thought it fit that in order to settle their differences, they had to start a fight. An awful crack was heard as the Anyeli had thrust her fist into the back of Inimicus' head, followed swiftly with an equally horrid 'thud' as the Vampire sunk into the snow. Panic pumped in the Nymph's heart as she bent over the fallen man's head, she knew the ingury wasn't anything too serious but that crack to the head had sounded painful and her initial reaction was to check if he was okay. She placed a hand on the back of his head, feeling for any blood. She remembered there was one time when Karlinos, one of the lead sled dogs, had gotten into a fight with another of lead dogs and had a patch of fur and skin ripped off the back of his neck. It was gruesome to look at and she had been promptly sick afterwards. But luckily for her and him, there wasn't a drop in sight. His next movement was quite sudden; springing up from the ground, he rather startled the Nymph and she withdrew her hand quite swiftly. It was quite bizarre watching the Vampire undress, and rather appealing, for she had never really seen anything of the sort - body wise that is. Sure she had seen her brother running around topless, but he was three and her brother for godness sake, even her father didn't go round topless. This was certainly something new to Ammy. Two swords sheafs hurled at her and she narrowly missed a thwack to the head as she broke from her trance. Gathering the two sheafs, she placed them on the Vamp's tunic and watched, eyes glinting with worry, as the pair readied themselves for battle. The pair were in full fighting spirit now, and for some reason, they didn't seem to be very reluctant to rip each other's head off. Thinking rather rashly, the Nymph sprung forward, knowing she was in as much danger as the two warriors themselves were, and placed herself between the two. 'Stop it!' She cried, stamping her foot down and clenching her fists together so tightly together, the bones might snap under the pressure. 'Stop it!' She repeated. 'Why are you fighting? It's stupid; nothing's going to come out of stabbing and killing each other but a guilty conscience.' Her words were firm but inside, she wobbled as she spoke. Slowly, she paced to Inimicus' side and placed a delicate hand on his bicep. She was well aware that he may just lash out and lob her head off, but she had her Nymph's beauty on her side, and for the sake of peace and harmony and whatever, she had to take advantage of that. 'Please stop. Put them down.' Her eyes looked with his, innocent and naive as she stared. Ammy had never considered herself ditzy, but she really could not understand what had provoked the two. It was a cloak that started it, perhaps Isabella didn't like cloaks? But whatever it was, she hoped she could stop this before it went too far. |
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Posted 06 October 2007 - 07:30 PM
is this what the people of this world are like, is this what all of them are like, uncivilized vagrants with no manners, who swear and insult a goddess when it suits them, who attack someone when they were the ones doing something wrong and not the person they assaulted, well at the very least there will be one less person like that in this world
He moves his right leg forward to jump into the air when Ammy rushes in front of him, she was a brave girl he had to give her that, running into the middle of a battle with no regard for her own welfare, hmmm beautiful and brave he thinks to himself. She puts a soft delicate hand on his arm and begs him to stop
ah those eyes...that voice...hmmm...maybe I have been a bit rash, i am not in the wrong...but for her I will let this go, she is a woman that brings much credit to her gender...
He looks upwards one last time at Bella before placing his swords in the snow up the the guard, the silver blades sinking into the snow and the ground like a hot knife into butter. He reaches to try and hold Ammy's hands speaking in a slightly softer voice to her, at the same time turning his back (once again how stupid) on Bella.
" I have very little of a conscience left and what little I have is arguing with my blood lust...but you are right, I will not bring more shame to my race and culture than we already have on our backs. You are right Ammy, I will let this be, I cannot abide dishonerable actions and I cannot abide rudeness of the level she has shown but yes...for you I will stop this tonight...I hope I can salvage a bit of this evening with you "
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Posted 07 October 2007 - 03:35 AM
are the last thoughts before Inimicus blacks out, seriously, there are only so many times an already physicaly weak person can get punched in the same spot in the back of the head before it has an impact, and two seems to be the limit fo Inimicus. He had turned his back on the angel to talk to the nymph whom he actually cared about and the blood thing had punched him in the back of the head AGAIN. Red hot pain shot through every nerve as he had hit the cold snow, it felt like a welcoming blanket as his body sank into it going rather limp, his hair nocked out of its ponytail was splayed infront of him like a funreal shroud. He liked the snow, and in this situation it felt quite nice to him. This was really going to be bad if he couldnt get back to the portal before daylight...he hoped before blacking out that the snow would at least do him the favor of covering him up so the suns rays didnt bake him like a bad cut of pork. He tries to shake off the coming darkness in his head, but he is weak, the change made him even weaker than a human despite how vampires seemed in movies from earth they were not strong at all to start and a teenage in a bad mood could easily deal with one. His attempts to shake it off fail and he falls back into the snow, he thinks his last thoughts and sinks into the dark pall of unconciousness swearing vengance on that angel before sinking in.
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