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 Post subject: The Storming Sounds of Sanctuary
PostPosted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:20 am 
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Admiring that which demanded attention and assaulted the senses the warrior stood. Weight dispersed evenly throughout her body, her right hand remained lightly cupped about the hilt of her weapon. Its glove swayed slightly within her left, attention upon the sight and roar of the distant waters cascading down and over the cliff. How it fell in different streams and directions, pivoted and turned by the awkward rock which it was forced around and over. Water remained one of the strongest elements, physically and personified through people. Much like the characteristics and ways of some, the sturdy, almost impossibly unyielding stone had slowly given to the force of the water as new paths were made for freedom. It created an asymmetrical picture of nearly transparent blues and greens in front of the backdrop of a darkened opalescent violet that the rock behind it held.

Complex and breathtaking in its vast array of colors and composition, it was too much a beauty of color for her to truly capture it with mere charcoal which she favored. So it was discarded as a thing of magnificence, only to be painted within her memory. Hazel gaze slipped and fell, tumbling over the wet cliff, slippery from the moss and vegetation growing thickly in the utopia. The darkness of nearly underwater caves stared out at her from behind the smaller, miniature waterfalls that snaked and wound their way to the side of the larger.

Following an invisible trail from right to left, farther away and coming closer to her person, she continued to look. It felt like an ancient secret though people were bound to have found it many times before she. The paths were nonexistent, the sight a masterpiece and the feeling a humbling one. The edges of the pool that formed did not sweep up to sand like the outer edges of the continent, but to round rocks and a rich land.

Her gaze dropped from the scene before her. Boots slightly submerged and otherwise lightly speckled in a dark overlay of moisture, a misshapen and small lightness that was her own reflection wobbled back at her, slave to the bit of motion the water had. With ease she bent down, crouching so that her hips and upper body remained out of the likely cool waters. More distinct and correct now she gazed upon herself. Staring back at her was a more feminine gaze than she remembered, golden hair whispering over her shoulder towards gravity. It was long again, which for her meant it was past her shoulders in length, even if it was held up in a messy ponytail with her bangs free.

Wisps and locks framed her lightly tanned face, scar lightened and only a thin line now that drew itself downwards from her right eye. Hair a general mess that related to travel, she was poised in a rare state of relaxation that was only drawn from the privacy which she thought she enjoyed. But beyond the distanced roar of water and the closer noise of her bare fingers touching the mostly still pool at her feet, something alerted her. Something that was enough to lift and turn her head to scan the tree line.

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:36 pm 
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Stolatos brought the bottle to his lips, tipping it up to get just a small taste of the liqour inside. It was a good brand, apparently - the tavernkeeper had told him so when he bought it, so it must be true. He shifted the bag on his back, feeling its weight to check on his stock - only one more bottle after this one. He'd have to hit a town soon to stock up on some more. He let out a sigh and brought the bottle back down and continued walking. Towns had always been a problem for him before, and now they were simply a nightmare. Everyone always stared at him and whispered darkly, and though in the back of his mind he knew they couldn't possibly know, his mind still ranted and raved, paranoid delusions running rampant, unchecked. He let out an annoyed hiss which turned into an abruptly halted yelp as he tripped over a root and stumbled out into a clearing. He managed to save his bottle from being smashed or upended by catching himelf fairly gracelessly with his free hand, thankfully.

He looked then towards the stream and came to a quick halt as there appeared to be someone looking back at him. He blinked, then rubbed an eye before looking at his bottle, then back to the woman before him. Something about her tried sparking in his memory, but they were still dulled - thankfully so - by the liquor. He wasn't drunk - at least, he didn't -think- he was drunk. How much had he had today? Only a few sips, he was sure of it. The plan had been to get to the river and -then- start drinking, hadn't it? He'd only been awake for maybe an hour of walking towards the rushing sound of the water, surely he'd have remembered drinking more then a few sips. But then, there was this girl and her familiar-ish face - probably reminded him of someone he knew - and out here in the middle of nowhere, she couldn't be real.

Which meant that she must be a daydream, or maybe he was actually still asleep and this was a real dream. He mumbled something incoherent even to himself and started moving forwards again, walking at a normal pace and managing not to stumble in the slightest - well, that almost cemented that it was a dream. He waited until he was only ten feet away before he would start talking, and continued walking towards her even as he spoke - again, clearly and with barely a trace of slurring. If it weren't for the open bottle in his hand, it may have been hard to even notice that he'd been drinking.

Hey babe. Fancy a drink and a swim?

He flashed his most winning cat-smile as he continued to walk towards the lass - he would come to a stop about three feet short of where she was standing, his arm held out towards her, offering the bottle in his hand to her, his eyes drifting down for a few moments to check out the pool he was apparently standing in - strange he hadn't noticed until now that he was standing in water - then slowly back up her form to her eyes, in a rather drunk, entirely unsubtle way checking her out, not seeming to care that she would probably have seen that. This was his dream, and that meant that she wasn't allowed to get mad at him, right? And why did being in water with this woman seem so familiar, anyways?

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 11:47 am 
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Fairly reminiscent of a meeting years ago with a halfling who sported the same slightly flirtatious tone, the human woman remained crouched down as he stumbled forth. Without pause the memories involving the one before her became clear just as her reflection had upon closer inspection. Vagueness and uncertainty came together to form the roll of uneasy recognition within her stomach. His face and voice connected within the tome of memories inside her mind until with uncomfortable clarity she could recall the hot spring and those within it. Drakol and his drunken reunion with a drow female and this one's unsubtle way of flirting coming to mind first. It was the first time she was seeing him out of the element of water, or nearly out of it as it was, and he didn't immediately come across as different from this time and that.

Listening to him she averted her eyes to what had captured her interest before, silently urging something to bring back the rare moment that had slipped hurried through her fingers. Instead the water continued its work and way, tumbling over the stone and falling into the bubbly froth of mist. The moment of before was gone, she knew, but she found some comfort in hoping in vain until she realized his footsteps were bringing him right to her. Another glance forth from behind a silken curtain of bangs and she began to collect herself to stand.

It was the same smooth voice that she remembered, escaping and caught on an invisible wind of courage and idiocy.

Babe?

It was a near incredulous stare which he managed to pull forth from the stoic angel. After an inward thought of whether or not she’d made it clear before of her disinterest, she presumed this would be another Terrence unless she stomped out the fires of his ill fated curiosity. Rising as his ten foot distance began to close to a too intimate and friendly attachment for her liking, a soft song of rippled water sang to them as those boots repositioned themselves to better balance her new pose.

His smile did nothing to encourage any particularly talkative moment from her, the brow above her right eye giving a faint twitch as she noted quite clearly how openly he seemed to enjoy the view. If there had been any doubt before of buying her armor, it was gone now. Bristling slightly in her easily offended manner Sutera merely shook all those golden locks at his offer.

"No, not if I can help it."

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 Post subject: Re: The Storming Sounds of Sanctuary
PostPosted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:52 am 
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Stolatos took the rejection well - this was his dream after all, so of course she wouldn't want any liquor! That just meant more for him, it did. He kept a silly grin plastered on his face as he brought the bottle up to his own lips for a drink, though he didn't take his eyes off the figure in front of him. It just wouldn't do to take them off, she was sure something to look at. And obviously her rejection was only because she wanted to get right down to business, like any good girl in his dreams. And he wasn't so unchivalrous as to deny her!

All the more for me, hun. And I never really did like -cold- water.

He brought his free hand up to rub at his cheek, then reached to a pocket and pulled out a cork to plug up his drink. He looked down at it for a moment, then let it drop to the ground, the water just deep enough to keep it from shattering. After eyeing it for a moment, he returned his eyes to the woman in front of him, again noticing how she seemed to be someone he should remember. He wondered if he should just ask - but if he didn't know, how would his dream know? That didn't make any sense. Still, weirder things had happened to him in the past. So why not just ask...

Say, do I know you from somewhere?

He paused for the barest of moments, then was shaking his head, a hand coming up to wave the thought away.

Nevermind, it doesn't matter.

And then he made a grave error. The hand he had been waving moved forward, attempting to lightly caress the woman's face as he leaned in and attempted to kiss her full on the lips, while his other hand would attempt to slip around and squeeze her rear. If he wasn't partially drunk, he would have known that this action would likely be leading to his death fairly soon - though whether or not that knowledge would stop him is another question entirely.

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PostPosted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:10 am 
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Unrelenting and carefree he continued with his visual journey of an expanse of features and shapes he didn't have the right to know. Hazel hues followed his own sapphire ones as he dropped the bottle away and she couldn't help but speculate of what was in it. His questioning manner though sparked a worry within the samurai and her gaze followed the floating bottle as it turned and twisted. He didn't remember but yet he still pursued? Still as stone she stood, the unwavering line of her mouth that didn’t shift from suspicion and discontentment not opening to answer his own shrugged off question. Stolatos moved though and succeeded in drawing her gaze upwards and out of the whirlwind of thought, just in time as she gave him another look at the hand of his which was approaching her face.
 
“Stola—”

Head leaning back minutely as his face drew near, her attention hastily shifted to his hand as it’d found its mark and cut her off. Stella looked away and to his arm as she went to remove it. Gloved fingers wrapped around his forearm, applying pressure that would seek to guide it rather roughly back to his own side, fingers digging into him. Quickly she went to put it where it belong, at his side, turning to face him again with a voice that rose with anger. Her thoughts didn’t have time to be pondered over within her own head, roaring out of her as soon as they came to the surface.
 
“What ar—”
 
A wet smack split through the air as the leather glove she’d been holding at her left slipped from lax fingers and met with the water.

Silence.

Not even the waterfall’s noise reached her ears, like a great and muffled dome had slipped itself down over them. Its noise echoed like a crack of lightening finally hitting its mark and only punctuated her shock from Stolatos' swift kiss, pulling her from her frozen moment and into action. The scent of his drink clouded her nostrils as she took a breath and moved.
 
Left leg bending and lifting, the samurai aimed it for between his own as a way of removing him from her vicinity. Whether it hit true or not Sutera didn’t mind, pushing him roughly away from her once her foot hit back into the shallow water in which the pair stood and her lone glove floated dejectedly.
 
“That drink is foul and you are a FOOL!”

Hand gesturing at the bottle floating haphazardly nearby, it only returned to her side to cross her body and draw her sheathe from where it was tight along her leg. Once free, the entirety of her Rain Camellia rest at her left side.
 
Cheeks sinking inwards a touch, she turned her head and spat out onto the ground, trying in vain to get the scent of the liquor off of her. It was enough of a scent she swore it was in her mouth, but her action did nothing to help. She turned a murderous gaze back to him, eyes dark and threatening even as the locks of golden, sweet bangs shifted to rest on her face once more.
 
“You’ll find yourself less of a man if you try that again.”

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:15 am 
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It became quite clear to Stolatos that this was in fact not a dream right about when he kneed in the junk. The pain from it and the shove away mad him stumble, not really focusing on anything, and then fall to his rear near the edge of the river - though in it enough to still get plenty wet. A myriad of thoughts went through his mind, yet his gaze was drawn to the bottle he had dropped, then knocked over with his splashing. He let out a soft cry, his pain momentarily forgotten as he made a dive for it and grabbed it up quick, but a quick taste told him it was too late. His liquor had been contaminated by the river water. He let out a hiss and threw it - not at her, the one who had made him spill it, but rather up and a bit behind him, so it would come down hard on the ground and shatter. Then he slowly stood, stretching out his legs as the pain still lingered. His eyes closed for a few moments, then without a word he turned and walked to the edge of the river. The pack was shrugged off his shoulder and placed gently down on the ground, then he gave it a gentle pat before standing again, now looking down at his hand - the one that had touched her rear, of course.

Almost enough temptation to try it again.

He let it out in a murmur, not really meant to reach her ears before he half turned to look back at her, taking in her gaze before turning back away from her. He smirked to himself, gave a slight shake of his head and then finally turned back to face her fully, smirk still on his face, though his eyes stayed on her this time.

Well, that was certainly fun. Am I really that bad of a kisser? The ladies in the last town didn't complain, but I suppose you do look a bit of a --- shall we say 'different' class. Through in the right clothes, those legs of yours...

He trailed off to silence and brought a hand up to wave dismissively, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he pictured her in the kind of clothes he was talking about. Then he paused for a moment, his eyebrows raising as earlier events caught up to him.

Wait - you know my name? Are you just one of my multitude of fans, or have we met before? Did I one night stand you? If I did, I am truly sorry, and would love to get re-aquainted.

He finished off with a wink, one that he had perfected by using it on many ladies - and it had won him many a lass. Of course, it would likely have the opposite effect on this one, but he wasn't one to give up after just one knee to the groin. You only live once, so what was the hurt in trying? Unless she was quick enough to get him with another knee... but as he had stopped a good five feet short of her this time, a nice -safe- five feet, he figured he'd be alright.

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Wind shifted the green and golden dappled ground a couple inches back and forth as it played with the tree tops high above. Sparkling gems glittered with their reflections, a god’s hand admiring their change in tone as the many facets were tilted to and fro as if to define perfection. Rounded, dull stones upon the bottom of the embankment were given a sheen unlike their natural hue, the picture of their newly granted façade ruined by the removal of a glass, the only warning given was his cry. His pain elicited no outward response from the female who stood her ground before him with a spare thought that he deserved it, no matter how dirty the act had been. After all, what was a little pain to the ruined remnants of good drink, as he showed in his actions which managed to draw a faint wince. Shattered glass created more colors and a violence which hadn’t existed just moments before.

A danger that tasted badly, but a taste like the alcohol; one which wouldn’t remove itself easily.

Focus.

Retrieving the bottle from the disrupted waters between them pushed the drowned glove towards her, his retreat gave the warrior time to bend down and pick it up. A whine and stretch of leather then as he muttered something incoherent to himself, sheathe tucked between her bust and arm while the hem of it was pulled back up her arm and fingers realigned into their places. Over the immediacy of her own hands she looked to him.

A pop of her lightly curved brow was all the answer he was given to his questioning ways.

That his mind had completely skipped over the details of their first meeting meant nothing as far as hurt feelings went, though she wished she hadn’t begun to say his name in the first place to give him the impression of such a connection. Now she was stuck with him thinking they’d enjoyed time together. It wouldn’t have been bad except from his expression she could only guess he was turning it into a very enjoyable time in the liquor heavy area between his ears.

Provoked as none other had managed to do so in the past, the act of drawing the two pieces apart from one another allowed a fleeting, free feeling to escape in the act of a held breath. Let go from her chest in time with its high pitched song, he was spared from the emotion within her gaze as it slipped away. Between them the silence had bowed away in favor of the musical escape, the light making brighter the metal that was the samurai’s main katana in the grasp of her right hand.

Emotion filled eyes again found him across the distance; a slight tilt of her head was given as she considered the situation before her. Each movement pronounced with the sound of water being disrupted, her left boot glided easily a couple inches back in a position she had long ago since gotten used to. Between them her katana started its shine again from the sunshine above, the light gathering, trapped within. Whether he gave notice to it, her eyes never left his, the arcane matter sufficient when she quickly flicked her wrist. The length of it moved from its place at her left side and across to her right until her arm was straightened with the tip of the deadly blade pointed to his chest where she aimed. [Hikari Sori] The light escaped it, the sphere quickly making nothing of the safe five feet he’d put between them.

“No.”

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Well after three weeks my opponent is timed out and I am moving on to a different battle. Was fun while it lasted.

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