<span style='color:purple'>Tria 81378 (4) </span> The ocean lapped on the surface with the teeming life of the boardwalk wich old large thick pieces of lumber creaked with the thick iron casted bolts held it together which plummeted 10 feet or so in to the murky blue with some boats tied up to the closest dock and long ringhold ladders. Abnu sat on a large crate looking out at the horizon with his ears flicking to and fro in a soft way with large posters of a fair or some sort of circus was in town or featured on the boons, these posters were vibrat in color the older ones faded from the saltwater and the sun that broke down in strong beams on the crowds. Inky fur ruffled up from a cool marine breeze with his tail dipping to and fro with his eyes fixed off in to space with wings of the night sky folded agianst his shoulder blades with body at a slouch like a hooligan looking for trouble. Audits flickered at the breakers on the sandy shores of the land with children playing and the squaws of plump white seaguls with grayed markings as if they were old birds, digits clicking on the surface of the wormed and built together wood crate he sat on with a almsot flat rear end like most males had. Hair that was flared up off his face felt stiff and hard like rigid spikes with gell that hardened it there and lips curling in to a blank folding smile with the cries of children playing in the waves and making drip sand castles. the thick piece sof his fur adorned in small braids and tiny hand made glass beads, with the air ruffling and trying to sway his deep indigo hair with his lips curling back in a broad smile before lifitng him self off the crate and mosying down the piers for a place to eat may be some hot clam chowder and watch the water in the sparkling hues of the broad sun with no puffy white cotton ball clouds about it. His deep ambery voice spoke out to himself a loner by nature with his claws in his fingers looking like small clipped nails very clean and polished, eyes almond shaped and glittering in life. Pausing at the Cirque sign with the intresting pictures aranged with large color ful words. "oi..traveling make sme hungry... sounds intresting...a Cirque?"
Abnu snorted deeply his eyes pale mismatched facets in his cranium lips pursed again as he pondered in a thought of going to this so called ' Cirque' still his flat belly growled hungrily as if warning it was going to eat him from the inside out from the pain it caused not eating for around a weeks time. smiling most placidly embaressed as a woman looked at him upturning her fine brow shaking his head deeply bieng tall for his age, his dad wasn't even this tall when he was the age Abnu became. A inky hand shoved in to his pocket taking out a few bills and coins one silver coin fell from the grasp on to the ragged board walk a slight rolling until it fell from the edge plumetting in to the murk of the water. Shrugging at that loss walking on looking for a destination for food and drink.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> My character (Myrlalyba) isn't created yet, but will be, soon. ;). By the way, don't forget to timestamp when you start a thread.</td></tr></table> Shiny rivers of tears ran down her ebon cheeks as she ran. She couldn't fathom the reason for her running, or for her crying for that matter, and knew not how she would face the concerned faces of her family when, after many long hours of tearful solitude, she would come back to them, a fake smile plastered on her face and a veneer sense of confidence invading her heart. She knew not where she was running to, all she knew was that she wanted to be alone, and far, so very far away from them, from their cheery smiles and from their hearthy laughs. No, Myrla didn't think she could live another minute with them, witness of their joy, their genuine and innocent happiness, when she, herself, felt so... There was no single word to describe her feelings. "Alone yet surrounded. Loved yet neglected. Happy yet sad." That was how she felt. "What in Ramath is wrong with me?" she sobbed, pushing the violet strands from her dark face. What was wrong with her? She was not niotie anymore, not even an angsty pre-teen. She had recently turned 1700. So why, why was she feeling so distraught? She had nothing to run from, nothing to hide from, her family was loving, her parents caring, her siblings understanding. Her life was perfect, just perfect. Why, then, had she broken down so suddenly? In front of all of them, the day before her sister's wedding, and for no apparent reason... Her short introspection was interrupted as her unseeing eyes suddenly focused, the attention of her dark pupils suddenly caught by the movement of a small shiny object. A silver coin, rolling slowly towards the glittering sea. For a reason unknown to her, Myrlalyba wished she could somehow stop it's course, save it from it's vast and sparkling blue demise. It didn't occur to her that thinking of a coin's demise was absurd, nor did anything occur to her but a great feeling of powerlessness. She stared, a vacant expression on her tear-streaked face as it fell, only to be engulfed by the waves. "That coin", she said absently to no one, "Is just like me. A tiny, insignificant thing, too small to matter, too lost in the happiness of others to be saved from eternal sadness, a frail little thing, that's just about to shatter." She had not meant to say those words out loud, had not even meant to think them. She dearly hoped nobody had heard them, though a part of her would be grateful for a diversion, grateful that it wouldn't have to reflect on the cause of her inexplained unhappiness just yet.
Raising his brows deeply at the small female that was sobbing deprssed sticky with tears , pacing his feet closer to her to observe and look blinking his occulars at him silently before speaking in a deep husky male voice. Forgetting of his temproary hungers for food. " Are ye ok Madam?" Being polite staring then blinking looking off in to the swells of water. Feeling a caress of wind on his broad hest only wearing pants at the momentum of his travels finding shirts uselesss always aquairing stares form females and bi sexual men. the sun rained down the small port in a crystal clear way it always did with the fishers and people meandering about. Abnu took in a deep breath of relive not bieng in a dangerous place any more.
" Are ye ok Madam?" Startled, Myrla jumped a little at the sound of the voice, her face raised slightly, enough to peer above her dark paws. Taking a deep breath she willed her sorrow, and the tears and sobs that inevitably followed it, away. A slight blush came over her features when her searching, swollen eyes, found the shockingly shirtless source of the voice. Lowering her violet eyes once more, and, trying to sound remotely cheerful she said in a trembling voice, " I'm alright now, Sir. " She tried to smile, but it was more a grimace than a smile. That was only half a lie, for though she couldn't forget her inexplicable angst that easily, nevertheless she was feeling lot better than only seconds ago. Yet, with the oppressing depression almost gone, her mind left place for other feelings, such as hunger, and it was at that precise moment that her mutinous tummy decided to rumble rather loudly, causing her to blush deeper, her light eyes riveted on the wooden floor.
Only gave a quiet smile pensive he was tall almost blocking the sun from ones views thick inky fur rich on his fame as which it wrapt lips of porclain curled up wards merrily. His speech odd accented and riveted as not from these parts of the world more of a traveller. " Ah you zeem zo very upzet? Hungry want to join me ina bite to eat I ahnv't eaten in 2 to 3 days max" Abnu was straight forwards with his mind set always the truth bearer in all thing spossible, as his weight shivered from one foot to the other his chest broad and exposed to all whom could see a between muscled and slack chest almsot perfect and broad. His horns of onyx glinted curling in riveting spirals as behind these were his thick long canid ears flcikered about easy for hearing waiting for her response ot the crude of his statement. The pillars that held old worn wood of the sea drenche din salt and the moisture contents as oculars closed pausing in a deep breath to looll a warm cloud out. a dream.
Myrla forced herself to lift her head, trying not to focus on the stranger's bare chest. Instead, her violet eyes searched, found and tried to hold his gaze. A small, yet significant enough to make look somewhat cheerful, smile lined her dark features. Nodding gratefully, she replied, "Well met Sir. It would be pleasure to eat with you. I am Myrlalyba Mantrik... But people just call me "Myrla". As her eyes strayed a little, she noticed the shiny circles that were his... "horns?". Never before had she seen such an unusual character. And his accent was most peculiar. His very being screamed exotism. Already her slight heart was beating faster, her head filled with excitement, and to her, the very wind seemed to be bringing news of only one thing. Novelty. And possibly adventure. Adventure. And then it struck her, the reason for her sudden distraught. Routine, protocol, her family, all the things that held her back, that kept her from moving on... She needed to get away from this place, from this life... Ecstatic, she threw her dark head back, a cascade of her violet hair blowing in the wind, and laughed. Myrla, her family well knew, was often prone to mood swings.
Brows arched up looking at the slight femme with an ocular, breathing deeply in a carvern of his chest long lashes flaoted half way over them lips curled up wards. Lips parted their white lips silken like ashes from a bonfire speaking deeply a sensuous vocal chords sprung on, shifitng his weight on his lean body. " Very nize to meet veh Myrlalyba Mantrik" He bent down ignorance twards her oubursts of mood swing taking her hand and kissing the top before relasing it and standing up wards tall and strange to the others whom were lighter of colors. vocals sprung out agian form the narrow maw. " They call me Abnu Tysmafull. " the tails swished flicking as the body shivered.
Myrla shivered lightly, certain that it wasn't so much the wind's shilling caress upon her face as the swift kiss of the stranger upon her paw, that sent tingles up her spine. "Abnu" he whispered, trying the name on her lips. Her bright eyes, still shiny from all the tears, were now glowing fiercely with the knowlegde of the name to put to her dark saviour's face. Her saviour, for he had saved her from the most dangerous and obnoxious monsters of all, Ennui. "Abnu..." It sounded foreign, and just as she revelled in his height, his dark and sharp features, she knew she loved his name already. "Abnu, tis a nice name. So where is it that you were planning to have a bite?" she said suavely, all smiles now that she no longer had to think of her past. No, Myrla now had something else for herself. "Adventure."
Abnu gave a blantant shrug, deep shoulders man like and broad as lips of porclain curled up wards. Wings fought for a roosting place as if they had a mind of their own, weight shifting around his itnrest on her remained bieng very tall and sharp of features so forgien with fur like smooth velvet thick andruffled from the coarse sea winds before answering in a deep harmonic voice as if he was in a choir of the deepest pitch. " I do not know my way around these parts do you?" Arching a brow at Myrla, placid eyes holding things thoughts and hsitory with the pupils dilating before widening under the half oepned eye lids, lips a still smooth almost seductive smile.
She felt herself melt under his gaze. Her eyes gleamed as another mood swing overcame her. Beaming like a nioti being praised by an elder, Myrla laughed excitedly, quickly interwining her dark fingers with his, eager to show him around. "Do I know these parts? I live here! We could go to the... No. Or... Absolutely not. Of course a good choice would be...", she chanted as her mind ran through all the possibilities, "I know !" she finally declared ecstatically. A candid smile filled her face, childish dimples appearing at it's edges. "Follow me !" she cooed, tugging gently at his paw.
Nooding a bit sleepily eyes alight on the inky back ground of his shadowed face, audits perking up wards laughing as the sun grazed abound their fur. Carreening thoughts roamed in Abnu's Cranium with its gray matter still following the slight female pendragon with the sea guls screeching in the air carting aobut wiht water rushing past laughing deeply once again.
No longer an adult 'dragon so much as a bundle of energy eager to be burned, Myrla hastened her pace, dragging the unfortunate foreigner with her. Her bliss was such that she felt she would kiss the sun for shining so brightly, if she could only reach it, or hug the salty winds if they could only take a solid form. So filled with sudden inspiration was her mind that she felt she could write pages and pages about any given matter... "My Muse... He is my Muse !" the sudden revelation filled her with glee. "And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So why don't we go Somewhere only we know?" She knew the perfect place. Oh, she'd never been there, for sure, her parents wouldn't have heard of it, but how she had longed to go there as niotie ! One day, she had told herself, one day she would take him there, the nameless chosen and cherished one... "It's quite far away still, but I can assure you it is worth the wait !" she confided brightly, panting sloghtly from the running. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>The lyrics are from "Somewhere only we know" by Keane </td></tr></table>
Abnu raised a brow rushign afte rher stumbling a bit since his legs long and slender well powered did not want to buck off as the sun glittered about on his coat eyes wathcing the small female keep an iron hold on his wrist that seemed larger than her paw. Flickeirng his audits as every one whispered slowly his heart raced. "ok..."
Her child-like laughter filled the air as they ran, her head dizzy in a blur of noises and sights. Myrla slowed down her pace abruptly from time to time, when her bright eyes caught something of interest or simply when she needed to replenish her oxygen supply. She would then chatter excitedly to the stranger, telling him all there was to know - and more - about a particular temple or building, before suddenly resuming her race. "... And that house, over there", she whispered, pointing towards an abandonned shack-like hut, "They say it once belonged to the greatest fisherman of them all... Mansukh't gjepa as they used to call him... Literally, the "Pride of Mansukh". They say he was a great 'dragon, kind and humble, softspoken and gentle. I've seen drawings of him, you'd never have guessed he was ten times champion of the annual fishing contest. Not a trace of ambition to be found in his traits. But his story's a sad one. They say that he was brutally murdered by an arrogant and jealous 'dragon from the West, come to prove all of Ramath that he could beat Mansukh't gjepa. But our Champion was unbeatable... The newcomer had powerful allies and ties with the Graders, and so no one could arrest him when he murdered old Mansukh't gjepa, the very night he won his last contest. They say Mansukh's gjepa's soul never reached Fronima, that it lingered in our world... And that he now haunts what was once his home. But, like in life, our Champion remains gentle, and instead of anger and pain, it is a sense of sad tranquility one feels when in his hut, now a shrine to his greatness. Do you have any such hero's from where you come, dear Abnu?" she asked softly, clearly moved by the story she had just told.
He shook his head slowly almost a heavy shiver apoun his thick male frame as lips moved in a quiet almost sensual way but that was how his face was created. The dark hair apoun his crania stiff form the brimming saltwater that caressed through it when he floated ashore here and being fished out by some one. Pale mismatched eyes looked a tad bit sad, infiinte lonesome feelings swirling his depths on a canvas. " no....naught that I know of. " Looking up at the house deeply at its crusting windows and banricals at ts base it looked cozy and inviting as his lips curled slowly a bit of the way as a fang propt over his lower lip on the narrow male maw.
"None at all?" she inquired softly, frowning as though his statement had somehow troubled her. Her bright eyes seemed to search his own intriguing mismatched set. Myrla's slight eyebrows didn't stay furrowed very long, however, as a smile soon found it's way into her dark features and she once again carelessly tossed away whatever thoughts had been troubling her. "You've got odd eyes, you know. Never seen anything quite like them. I do like them though. One gold, one dark..." She began, grinning. "... Perhap's we could visit old Mansukh't gjepa 's hut after lunch. I know the 'dragon who takes care of it, she'd show us around."
