Home Sweet Grave

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<span style='color:green'>Timestamp: 32° Teressa, 81380
Where: Terhesian Port, NhadalaÂ’s main family home and graveyards
Who: Nhadala Nairi.
Notes: Open but Picky about who Role-plays with Nhadala (They have to descriptive in their posting no one liners in a see spot run fashion sorry)</span>
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Toes wriggling in the dense sand of ivory disrupted the glassy surface of crushed shells and stone. Soon the water rushed up to greet splashing the strange femaleÂ’s ankles in a soft caress with seagulls and other aquatic avians called out over the crisp air. Wings drenched in thick inky feathers fluttered here and there with an oncoming breeze that barely riled up any waves. Lamps set against dappled pelage gleamed in their half opened crescents with lips in a slight frown. Wisps from the femaleÂ’s head danced up wards almost a ghostly white in comparison with rain-laden clouds rolling in from the deep blue sea. Soon enough Nhadala smiled at this watching as the clouds drew closer and their shadows spread across the translucent water making it dark and unfathomable. Rustling noises of the flora around her began to stir with the breeze that was too gentle for the army of nimbus. Soon pools of stone settled on her arms and legs that were easily askew from her torso and head, with the fading sunlight hitting the metal embedded in her arm in the design of tribal incantations. NhadalaÂ’s mind mulled over thoughts of these bits of metal embedded into her appendages to hide what disease took from her at a young age. A shiver of pleasure and fear ran up her spine at this, from these thoughts yet as soon as she became comfortable the sand began to irritate her feet and hands with granules rubbing in unseen places.

Soon the sun winked out behind a thin haze of clouds that came with the larger slew following behind leaving whatever metal on her body darker than it actually was. Fur became ruffled, as the tiny almost unnoticeable breeze became a gust that eventually died down bringing the nimbus in the stratosphere only a half a mile away from shore. Nhadala’s limbs soon clambered together vaulting off the supple earth that was stained with water here and there in a scalloped pattern. Lips curved once at this feeling quite numb from her ‘relaxation’ by the water, shaking her rump in the air indignantly with the sand sprinkling around her like one coming out of the water. Adulating her tail in whipping circles before facing the shore, like how the waves or the clouds would come apoun it as feet sunk in to the sand beginning her accent in to the odd town that was spiraling in to a city. Shops started to close or take their business inside due to the effects weather was taking on the lively hood of merchants, food shops and etc. Reaching a closing fruit stand she quickly snagged a juicy red apple form the cart amongst others as the other hand rummaged for the few cents it cost to pay for the fruit. The metal of coins jingled in her loose hand before it freely dropped on the front counter in a clatter of metal, wood and paper. Soon after she paid and trotted or what was a slow jaunt of short legs moving over cobbled stones that soon faded in to compacted dirt, the apple met pale lips in a sickening crunch. Sweet flesh of apple rolled over her touch from it’s clean but jagged cut by pearly cuspids.

Feet paced over familiar paths feeling the wind scrape against her mottled furs, as her teeth would scrape against the fruit. Making easy snack of the food object as the core appeared after a few snicker-snacks of her jaws and teeth working together in easily and quite natural harmony. The foliage around her teemed with life that was natural to the region. Unlike, Bhim where animals and other exotic things were trapped in pots and cages only to be sold to the highest bidder. Many animals like people who didnÂ’t know her avoided Nhadala as if she emanated an evil aura when that wasnÂ’t true. Soon a cling of her tail kitting road again tittered in the still air that filled with the smell of on coming rain. The damp road beneath solid feet became paved like the town, only smooth and almost decorative with the odd obelisks at the corners of the starting road.

She was close to the large and elaborate manor with a hidden secret that was under ground and just as elaborate as the home itÂ’s self. That secret was a large graveyard or catacomb as one could describe beautiful architecture drenched in darkness. This catacomb was holding skeletons, corpses of family members from generations or centuries old to the freshly buried. There were not just family members whose bones and decaying remains were housed in the labyrinth of a catacomb. There were servants from times past, enemies whose bodies would be used in necromancy to create an army of the undead. Others included lovers from different families that have married in to the family or business partners. It didnÂ’t matter who was in the catacomb as a dead body but the familyÂ’s remains were in special chambers of the catacombs depicting their eras in paintings, mosaics, statues/ carvings in their circular chambers and hallways that held large slots where the bodies were deposited. Nhadala found the catacombÂ’s to be truly beautiful even though when one was going to enter a spirit would talk to you who would operate the mechanisms to open the thick stone door that was vertical in the ground. In which would lead one into an antechamber to another and more elaborate door that would resemble an astrological clock.

Then that spirit would identify you, if they did not recognize you from your coming of age ceremony or a ceremony of entering the family where you became truly apart of the family in marriage and blood. This would thus the ability to enter the family graves to speak with your partner or create a pact with an ancient spirit to be your ‘partner’. A smirk rose to her lips as her mind fiddled over her family’s odd rituals that have been started what seemed eons ago. Nhadala’s partner was a male spirit whom called him self-Abel and appeared to be the age of 28 years. But he was stronger and wiser about his decisions than other spirits that attached them selves to her family members. Many members of her family including her father would say that the spirit linked with hers was not all that he seemed to be. For many of these member’s spirits would say that he could generate more power than he says he can and has died a lot later than what he described in era of life. Some of her brothers were unsure but the spirit could only assure her safety until she died a cumbersome old age.

How Nhadala found it amusing that Abel would get into fits of rage or jealousy when Medhsnuja would appear or not show his face for some days. She could speak word for word what he said and it was quite often he said it. ‘ If I were alive I’d would of already married you and children from our love would be running around. Unlike some who run away from the responsibility of keeping promises to their loved one. ‘ Abel always said something about Medhsnuja and his disappearances, usually behind his back or when it was in a situation where the subject could be brought up appropriately when of course Medhsnuja was not present. She knew what Abel said was true, on how it felt like Medhsnuja was running away from the responsibilities of having a ‘girlfriend’ and keeping her from worry. Over the months to year’s disappearance of him the more unsettled Abel became and the more invitations of courtship from other large Necromancy cults sons. The more Nhadala had to shoot their dreams down waiting for him but soon as more time passed between their spry visits she felt used and thrown to the side as shivers of sadness mixed with welting anger prickled her spine.

Scrapes of her long toe claws on the bumpy slate paved road bothered her greatly as if some one was scratching their nails on a chalkboard. Lightning crackled with the oncoming boom of thunder as the dark army of nimbus hit the shore in a torrent of gentle rain that changed pace to slow fat water droplets to thin and bullet like. As the shield of rain forced its way over land bombing the earth and the city and rushing towards her and her family manor. Nhadala once more grimaced with iron lips in a thin line before looking towards the direction home would be. Muscles tensed and a spring let loose forcing a reaction of her body almost flying over compacted earth, foliage and stone. Her tongue tasted the rain in the thick air and furs ruffled as if expecting a chilly snowfall. It wasnÂ’t even cold but a sickly warm with insects buzzing away with the serenade of avians until the rain hit making them stop and take shelter. Soon the large building of beautiful architecture broke the horizon.

‘Home..’ The femme’s mind murmured as well with the unison of lips, with darkened fur with the thick splash of beige down her throat and belly. Ruffling her feathers of ink that held tightly against her slender back as soon she passed the first gates to the gardens that would be accompanied by the large hallway that had an overhand to shelter her from the rain that now pounded like fists of god on the titled roofing. A shiver unnaturally traveled over fur-covered flesh, in turn that fur was covered by strips of cloth called clothing with the steady rhythm of water falling from puffs of cloud. Soon feed padded in squelches to the large door that easily shielded their warmth from the cold of rain. Soon it opened in a protesting groan and in to the warmth she went as the door closed after wards as if by magical force