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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 4, 2007 17:56:00 GMT -5
The girl sat alone, letting the drizzly rain soak her raggedy clothes. Her eyes, sightless as always, gazed absently out across the near-empty streets of Ceris. She had come a long way from where she used to be... but there was still a long way to go as well. She would never fully escape his grasp, the one that threatened to kill her every day. She knew he was watching, waiting to make his move, to punish her for her defiance. Scar, silent as always, stood, putting her marked hands together behind her back. She had to get somewhere, else she'd be riddled with sickness within days. She fingered the long line across her cheek, letting a few warm droplets fall from her depthless orbs.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 4, 2007 18:12:32 GMT -5
The greatest harm can result from the best intentions [/color] Golden optics were gazing at the ground, their faint glimmer fading as they became drowned by the rain. Repentance and regret stung at the beautiful pools, threatening to join the rain in the puddles. But Draik held them in. He was a man bred for superiority and that was how it would remain. He was not so feminine he would step to crying in the rain but he was not so masculine he would never weep. The greatest barricade could not hold him back and certainly not the cloud's tears. But he noticed one, all by her lonesome, and she wasn't the kind of femme that should be standing in the heavy drizzle. He simply tried to ignore her presence and walk on by but it did not succeed. He turned round, sighing deeply. " Why are you out here?" he questioned deftly and monotonely.[/size][/center]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 4, 2007 18:17:23 GMT -5
Jumping slightly in surprise, Scar replied so softly she could scarcely hear herself. "I don't have anywhere else to go...." She was silent for a long moment, then said, "Where are you? Your voice... I-I can't use it here, it echoes," she finished, surprised with herself that not only had she spoken, she'd revealed he weakness to a total stranger!
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 5, 2007 6:14:31 GMT -5
Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.
"Can you not just see me? I am standing in the rain not for my health," replied Draik, yellow eyes glancing at her's. The ones opposite of him were peculiar, much brighter than most he'd seen and much more doleful than Daenarian's hateful optics. The elf began to notice his hair getting heavier and heavier against his scalp and his clothes becoming drowned and they clung to his body. He began to tremble enormously, fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to stay warm. Of course, he had nowhere else to go for he couldn't bear to go home and see his father, the poor man, in all his old-found glory yet now in unhygenic conditions, which was not fit for the bloodline of those elves. Surely, either Dranil or Draik was certain to perish in those harsh conditions, for they had always been used to being pampered and spoiled. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 5, 2007 16:57:53 GMT -5
Scar's pale blue eyes emanated sadness and years of pain as she whispered, "I...I can't see you. I'm blind, as I have been since birth." She fingered a fraying piece of her shirt, feeling the coarse material rub her skin. The rain made its rough touch a little more bearable, but not enough to alleviate anything. Her hands clasped together again, feeling each other's impure skin, all the lines that marked her past... and his interference.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 7, 2007 17:51:51 GMT -5
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars. [/color] " Is that so? That's really a shame. I wish you could see," Draik offered, his face gently turning from a frown toward a slight smile. Normally, he wasn't one to show his emotions but he began to feel pity for this girl. It's not every day he met someone blind or deaf or even handicapped at all, though it was more likely to have a disabled child nowadays, what with the incidents and tampering with of dark magics so long ago. The rain seemed to pelt him like he was when forced out of the castle, except with a much more caring hand. It felt as if it the rain were stroking him now, and running fingers straight through him. The chill it left made Draik shudder and yet found it almost like a spa, warm and comforting, at the same time.[/center][/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 7, 2007 19:00:29 GMT -5
Scar's expression changed. "Really? I don't know how I would live if I could see, to be honest. I'm used to life without it..." she trailed off, trying to find a different topic. She shivered as the rain fell ever so softly, sliding down her china skin with an eerie chilling feel. "What's your name, by the way?" she asked him.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 7, 2007 19:04:54 GMT -5
Here's a riddle for you: "I am painless and cruel, short and endless. What am I?"
"I'm Draik, son of Dranil. And you?" the rightful heir uttered, writhing his hands together to keep warm. The gaze of his golden pools remained on Scar no longer than a few seconds before staring intently up at the sky, darkened by the rain clouds and yet luminous by the lightning and loud because of the thunder. It all gave Draik a feeling of being powerless to the forces of nature. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 8, 2007 11:47:08 GMT -5
((Is it life?))
Putting out a hand to find him, she faced in his direction. Her icy optics settled on his, and she replied, "I have no name. I was given away as a newborn without even the gift of identity from my parents. Most, though, call me Scar now. It's because of this... this thing on my face." A difficult sigh escaped her, and sadness clouded her clear orbs.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 8, 2007 16:25:25 GMT -5
I am powerful, I am immortal, I can do anything, I am cursed, I am the Darkness.
Draik's yellow lanterns followed the droplets of rain, now, but his anger was smoldering. Who would want to give away their child? It's cruel, for Draik knew no one but his parents growing up, and agonizing as well. "Scar? That's not a lady's name," he said absently, but curtly, so she wouldn't take it as an insult. He glanced up at the sky, so beautiful in all its darkness and grayness. If the clouds were as sad as he was frustrated, then there would be a typhoon, but unfortunately, he wasn't going to be wisped away. Life had become so dull and pointless, now. Draik had no responsibility, which would make most happy, but he thrived on it, and he worried even more about his father. If he perished instantaneously, things would be looking even more grim. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 8, 2007 16:36:05 GMT -5
Sighing, Scar sank back against the wall again. Its rough surface comforted her, in a way, and this was what she needed right now, more than almost anything. "Do you think it would matter to a slave-driver that my nickname isn't feminine? He's the one that gave it to me in the first place," she hissed, though she instantly regretted her edgy tone. "But none of that can be helped," she added softly.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 8, 2007 16:42:23 GMT -5
All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.
"A slave-driver? Hm, that explains that scar, then. I wish I could do something for you, but sadly, I can't even do anything for myself," Draik replied in a whispering tone, ginger and sorrowful. He was feeling so pitiful at this point, he just wanted to wallow in the mud and become one of those pigs. The pigs were no better than him, for they wouldn't fight back as well, and it made Draik feel absolutely low about himself. [/size] ((Haha, you're lucky here. Short post!))
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 8, 2007 16:50:50 GMT -5
"What would that mean, you can't do anything for yourself? You can see. You can hear. You can move and breathe, right?" she asked. "Just because you may be feeling horrible doesn't mean the whole world stops to wait for you. You've just got to get back up and try harder to reach your goal." She felt a small flare of annoyance toward the boy for being so self-absorbed. Of course, she was guilty of that as well, but when she had been a prisoner, she had at least offered a shoulder to others who may or may not have been worse off than she.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 8, 2007 16:57:25 GMT -5
Poor blind sheep, don't you know yet? Death itself is to see no more, hear no more, live no more... [/color] " I've failed myself, my mother, and my father. I cannot possibly reach any goals if I can't even get myself up from the bed in the morning. Losing the throne made me... me remember that no one's perfect, so why even try?" pursued Draik, his eyes stinging with repentance. Woe, why did she have to say anything! He finally understood now, and the rain was his only significant other. It showed him how unmerciful life was and how harsh it could get, bad or worse. Draik knew his self-pity and lack of confidence was a fidelity and should be a riddance, but, alas, he could not lose it. Not until he was guarded by a safe veil of soldiers and the blackened stone walls and the essence of death still remaining from his grandmother and grandfather's death.[/center][/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 8, 2007 17:52:37 GMT -5
"I know no one's perfect. No one ever will be perfect. That's never stopped anyone from trying their hardest at everything they could. We all have our struggles, Draik. That's life. You'll have to face them sooner or later, so why not sooner?" She gave him a hard glare, trying to emphasize her point.
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