Day: 6 Year: 81373 Month: Dyo Rated: E for Everyone...but for a little background information, go http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showentry=142here</a>. So cold... It was not, really. The temperature stayed a temperate 70 degrees, perhaps 75. However, the pup was rigid with the cold. "Mmmmmm...." she mumbled, as if there were words, but none pitied the pup so much as to escape her. The chill she had acquired was in fact a sickness, ailing her was a mutated version of the plague that killed her father... However, it was not so bad. The words seemed harsh, but the mutation was not...It carried the risk of high fever and dillusions, but was not untreatable, as was its mother disease. The plague mutation was not of the norm, however, and was only a sign of her increasingly close step to the self realization that was her destiny. The area was a serene one. The trees gently blew their leaves into the air as low clouds licked their bellies, and the whole area was quiet. Utterly quiet. Not a whisper, not a pindrop would be allowed, it was unthinkable, even the slightest sound, it seemed, could have broken this calm world. So the footsteps were deafening. Areas were cloaked by the low misty fog and were unseen by those not close enough to make out their shapes. The pup herself was a thing of beauty. Her soft down fur was new and obviously barely used, with no marks, or imperfections. The colour was so dark, so beautifully deep that it was hardly believable. The black was so alone, so stark, that when one looked at her she seemed to not be there, but a figment of the imagination. The pale of her eyes, however, clashed in such a way that made her a very striking creature indeed. The blue was so light it was barely there at all. The appearence was so strange. She almost resembled a bat in facial features, her ears insanely large and upright, and pitched foward in a curious stance. Her small frame awkwardly held heavy, large wings that she dragged behind her in such a way that was not uncommon for her. Her large paws left slight indentations in the soft earth (or should I say, Ramath-lehi?) below. She suddenly paused at a large tree, the Daiima, the mile high. The look of shock on her face was one that declared it held great importance to her...but why?
A lone figure sat alone under the tree playing a rather well-worn flute. Her fur multi-color blew in the slight breeze, her tune was happy, yet sad in a way, she noticed the young pup and spoke out suprised. "What brings ye' here young one? Or is it that you stumbled upon this place on accident." The Pendragon's strange fur was color red, blue, and yellow, she was a strange one indeed. She was tattoless for one, and she worn the clothes of a wander in earthy tones. She had bright green eyes that seemed older then they really were. She stood up an walked toward the pup. "What is it that you seek young one? Answers? Or maybe a purpose?" She smiled and laughed. She held out her paw. "Names Paint, I'm from a marsh far away from here and you are?" She inquired kindly. Her spirit rekindled in meeting someone, she hadn't seen another pendragon for a long time now.
Spooked by the unfamiliar sounds; flute and voice; she jumped back. The creature arose from her former stance and greeted in a kind fashion...not the sort this pup was particularly used to seeing... However, she had been taught in such a way that refrained her from jumping to conclusions. This did not mean that she was suspious of all but nothing. Her gaze told a truth that she frightened and cried inside, and even the most blind pendragon could see. She was strong of heart...she stood up in defiance and declared, "I am Woe...What answers do you have that I would want? Why do you stand before this tree...my tree..." She said spitefully, and hatefully... She rethought her words, and was horrified...why had she acted in such a way? This pendragon had shown nothing but kindness, yet she took offense...because she had scared her? No...Her senses were heightened but around this tree they seemed to increase...increase to anohter world...not this one. She was not in tune with the physical anymore, so she was virtually defenseless in her own...for although her powers intensified, they dulled to Ramath-Lehi, so much that she did not even sense the presence of another being around her.... So it could not be that she was scared...it was not enough to make her angered...but perhaps that tree...what was she protecting? And why?
Paint was slightly taken aback, she had lived by this tree for several months now on her travels, she had wished to discover more about it she had already learned much about its conections from others that had lived around it, and the Legend behind it. She bent down on one knee...She knew for some reason it was the right thing to do "Tanastlasei...you have to be...Or else you wouldn't have called it your tree." She looked up at Woe, little did she know she was actually very close to right. A sword hung at Paint's side, it was rather a good sized one, but it had only been drawn once in battle, the rest of the time it had been drawn in use for Alchemy. For Paint was an Alchemist, very close to being a young master of it. She had a deep conection with Fromania maybe thats why she was drawn to this spot and stayed for so long. Or was it destiny that these two would meet here eventally. "As for answers I have learned much about this place and its connections to the gods, if you wish I may tell you a story."
Woe gave her a curious look..."Tanastlesei...why do you call me this?" The name was not even familiar to her, had she not said her name was Woe? The pup was confused, but it was for she had not been taught anything of the Gods. Weren't they just a fignment of some overactive imagination? But Paint kneeled before her, as if she were a Queen, and she cocked her head to teh side and pitched her huge ears forward, ina childlike fashion. It gave her a look of innocence that was very pleasant. And in a very childlike voice she said, "Yes...I want to hear a story..."
"Okay then..." Paint sat down and cleared her voice. She placed her flute in her belt and then began to speak. "A very long time ago, when the gods roamed around us and Fromania was barely known of. Rameth-lehi was at war, with themselves. The fighting seemed it would never stop and the gods refused to do anything about it. They decided it was best they leave. So they did, except one, Tanastlesei. She decided she would speak up and at this very tree she did, but the people of Rameth-lehi wanted proof she was a god. So she turned around made a tiny little sapling grow and grow, till it was the largest tree in the land. She turned around and said angerly 'Is that enough proof?' and the people didn't answer, for fear of what she might do to them. Her efforts were all in vain, because instead of ending the war, she enraged it more, for it was now a fight over Tanaslesei. So instead she fled to the desert where no one has heard from her since, some think she died there, others think she's still alive as a hermit. The war ended when no one could find her so now Rameth-lehi lives in peace." Paint stood up and bowed, and then smiled. She was a storyteller at heart, but as a proffesion Alchemy was her favorite thing to do.
The pup listened intently to the whole of her tale. Her blue eyes changing colours, ranging a multitude of blues that expressed different emotions as she spoke. Her bat-like ears pitched in tune to her voice. She didn't want to miss a word... But as she ended her tale, the hypnosis of it wore off, and she shook her head. Looking up at Paint, in a rather defiant and independant tone, she said, "I don't believe in Gods..." And that moment a strange shudder went down her spine, and the breeze picked up quite a bit. A few scattered leaves forced their way around and in between Paint and Woe. Woe wondered if Paint had felt the shiver too. THe irony of her sentence was enough to make one's spine convulse, one's head throb, one's heart ache. But it could not have been known their was any irony to it...only the feelings of wrong that laced each word.
Paint smiled. then frowned and she shivered also. Something about Paint connected her with the ones she talked to. "I said that once...Till I met one his name was Gaica, he taught me how to trust, saying I trusted no one after an incident long ago, I'd rather not speak off. He came and he had a sense about him, just a feeling that made me feel as if he was...A trusting dragon. I don't know what it was but it made me trust in pendragons again, I talked with him for a while, I never knew his name, he went behind a tree and just well disappeared, I can usually tell if someone disappears by magic, but this I felt was a different type of magic, something normal pendragons couldn't use, the samething I feel around you." She said this and shook her head, remembering how her mother died. She stopped before it got to the bloody part. Her mother had trusted him, trusted that dragon, and he betrayed her.
"I'm sorry..." the pup said, hearing her sad tale. "I can't tell you why I am here, because I don't know. I can tell you, however, that I am not this Tanastlesei you speak of. I am of this tree though, I can feel it. Like...part of me in side of it..." The pup crept up the the tree, and pressed her nose against it in a childish kiss. The tree seemed to tower quietly over her and observe her. "I'm sorry your mother was killed, that is very sad..." she said, frowning. The pup seemed to shake, the symptoms of her illness returning to her. Rubbing her ears on the tree seemed to make her feel better. She wanted to continue the conversation with Paint, she she did not speak of her illness, but only continued to rub against the tree. Such an awkward sight to see, but she thought it a good idea and inconspicous.
Paint cocked her head to the side, but said nothing. "You are not well...I can feel it..." She said quietly. Paint was connected in strange ways to everyone and everything. Curiosity killed the cat, but it hasn't killed a pendragon. If it did then Paint would already be dead saying ever since she went to investigate her mother's murder, she's walked in and out of strange parts, and come out feeling connected to everyone and eveything and there was nothing she could do about it. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Gah having writer's block sorry for the crappy post </td></tr></table>
The pup eyed Paint with a soft gaze, "I'll be all right..." and in fact she would be. She hated the illness but it seemed it was leaving her, especially while sitting under this mile high. Woe looked down, softly yawning, before replying, "Well, thanks for your help...I guess I should find my way again..." and starts to walk off... However, she stops midway in step ad asks, "What answers do YOU seek?" in an unusual voice.
Paint followed the pup along, she had nothing better to do...She was tired of traveling alone, it drove her nuts. SHe rarely had contact with another and when she did they usually were attacking her. "Me? I seek a way to bring my mother back using Alchemy. It is said their is no way to account for a human soul, but I know their is I feel it. I'm so close and yet so far from my goal. It seems this search may go on until I die. There was no need for my mother to die, she was so young and beautiful. I feel like I'm partially responsiable for her death, I will bring her back. I just know I will." She looked down at beautifully carved stone hanging from her belt, it had a wonderful artistic version of an alchemy circle on it. It had been a gift from her mother. It helped her channel her energy. She missed her mother very much, she wasn't about to try to bring her back till she was a master at her art though her sister had tried to bring her back once and dissappeared so fear forever...
"You must speak with my sister, then..." Woe stopped. "If you can find her, she can tell you the way..." Woe looked down sorrowfully. She knew Paint could find her sister, she knew her sister was still alive, but she would never find her. They could not be together, for they had separate paths. She would not look for her anymore. It was not her cause. However, it could be somebody else's. Somebody who needed her power...the power to speak to the dead. Or was it so? Perhaps it was not....Her power was alchemy...alchemy...but what else was it? She could speak to the past. To memories...she could TALK to them. Woe smiled lightly..."All I can do for you is show you a picture...if you want...." The grin on Woe's face was startling and otherworldly...
Paint was startled, she had never seen anyone look like that. "No thank you pictures I have...Mermories are strong and if a picture is worth a thousand words I have 10,000 words." She smiled from one of her pockets she pulled out a small envelope, in it was a picture of a red dragon holding a tri-colored baby, the picture was ripped as if their was someone else in the picture and he or she did not deserve to be there. In another there was just the red dragon posing...there were many more, some happy, some serious, others just fun. "Thats my mother..." She said her eyes brimming with tears. "I will speak with your sister...by the way what is her name?"
Woe looked oddly at the picture..."These...these are just things..." she said. Her eyes misted over, and she spoke, "Shyt yt shi qeo, shyt yt shi qeo...Y'll thuq oua dyksabit oua'fi mifib tiim..." in a voice that was not her own. The world seemed to melt away and the pictures were alive...the red dragon...the beautiful creature...held the baby...rocked her...cooed. What was this world? Woe brought her to a place in the past, and the music she made lulled, the pictures were alive, dripping with colour, vivid and bright and the music the music the music lulling lulling lulling. Like acid trips. Like dreams undreamt. The world lingered, but faded. If such a thing could occur...and in her soft, baby voice she said, "Suffer..." in a syllabus, honey dipped tone.
Paint fell to her knees and started crying, she was muttering in an almost childish voice. "If only it were real, it has to be real, no its not real..." This fight seemed to go back and forth and back and forth. Paint was a strange creature. As the living painting faded she heard Woe utter the word "Suffer" "Suffer...I have heard that name before...Ah yes from an old black pendragon with red eyes." She remembered the old seer fondly. He had told her that there was a chance that she would get her mother back, but at a great cost. The cost would be physically painful. SHe didn't care, as long as she got her mother back.
"Paint..." The pup said to the beautiful, multi-hued 'dragon, "You must follow me for the time being..." The statement was very simple but rang with truths. The pup being to walking around the very large trunk of the tree, that seemed to take up a half-mile of travel space. "If you long for my sister, they ought to be no worries...she is the safest pendragon, and will not harm you..." Oh, the irony.
"Your words are full of hope and truth I shall follow you, this will be our little adventure. I think we may be the best of friends in the end." She smiled an held out her paw to Woe, seems that Paush wasn't the only one to befriend these two...A betrayed one and a strange one. Friends till the end.
ic: Lone female sat beneath a tree, fore legs clund tightly around her hind legs. Humming a mild tune, green eyes were alert, watching all around her. Smile was at glee, her lavender pelt swayed in the breeze. Green hair dangled infront her eyes, green highlights visible in the late sunlight. Green trimmed claws were retracted, short fangs no longer visible. Adourned with feathery wings, lavender colour was visible with a bleachy shade. More canine features resembled her figure than dragon, especially for her slender body. Her figure wasn't very muscular at all, her main adourned feature an amulet wrapped around her neck; it hung fom a brilliant golden chain, a mixed green-and-purple swirl placed in the center. ooc: Sorry for the short post. :unsure:
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Times'>The elder pup gave a weak smile. What a pecular bunch, she thought to herself. Wings stretched, emmitted a weak yawn. Retracted limbs were no spred out as she looked around her; hummed a tune contently, eager to watch for more.</span></span>
