Modern Martyr

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<span style='color:orange'>Timestamp: Tria (Summer), 81380
Character: Nhadala Nairi.
The kinda Pose in early paragraph: http://www.circusroyale.com/images/pics/chav2.jpgcontortion</a>
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Early morning sunrises always warmed the port area as a fem's for arms burried in the rich white sand of the lagoon beaches. Torso contorted over the head with a leg bent infront the opulent slate pools flecked with amber, with slender digits carelessly grazing toes of the bent foot. The other leg carefully streatched out, shaking slightly as she tried to concentrate on this poise of body. A tail swired up wards as people far off wandered doing their daily work of loading cargo ships, operating stores or what ever. Some paused to watch her bend in to the painful position for many normal ramathlehians, as a slight breeze contoured around large masts and now billowing sails that could not be mobile at the moment. Every breath was slow and drawn out as eyes unfocused and then focused on the foot infornt of her eyes before distracted by the glistening lagoon water. Thoughts swirled through her mind, traveling in streams as water does frequently. A soft voice pipped up as a mental conversation stirred as she with held some strenous poises.

' Where is Medhsnuja, I am kinda of worried that I have not seen him for some time. Even though he must be busy with his Cult/Gang and all. I feel so greedy for his attention I often forget he has other duties. '


The conversation in her mind continued until it came to a blank silence, more the less a lack of words and worries to express. Rustling of wind strewn trees, and her shedded outer clothing only held down by heavy jewlery and rocks. Untagling from her poise only to lay face flat in the cool white sand, a pose of fustration it would seem until Nhadala turned over onto her back. Hands smacked free the sand on the palms and digits and then worked on removing it from her face. Taking ina deep panted breath and occulars opened to the world above, looking at the shading grove of palm trees and dappled light. Nhadala's chest now raised up and down in even breaths as a appendage raised resting the back of her hand to shade her left eye. It was of course summer, and that brought weather of humid heat that made people sticky with sweat and agitated with thick fur. As well to the dry heat spells where lazy clouds curled over head in puffs of heavenly snow only to bring loud thunder showers for some time only to return on the course of hot and sticky and then to dry and hot. With this season, Nhadala enjoyed sitting under the shade of the palms or the large veranda that circled her home. As a join with this like came listening to wind chimes and drinking iced tea in tall thin glasses with little foofy umbrellas.

A sigh escaped her lips, cocking her ears to the sounds of the rustling palm leaves and wirr of lapping waves on the beach front. Soon enough she sat up wards her tail helping balance after a rush of blood leaving her head, hands flat on the sand almost trying to grip it. Soon enough the scratching noise of ciadias rose up with the heat of day, a slight smile spread like butter on her narrow muzzel.

 

Nhadala sat straight up wards, streatching up wards with her arms pinned behind her head. Lips parted the whole time before sucking in a final breath of air, ears twitching slightly. Eyes peeled watching the glistening water, and the brightly coloured fish beneath it's waves as she wondered if she should attempt the Tiger Scorpion Asana again. A sigh escaped like a fleeing prisoner, eyes became shaded with memories of her work further south in Trilok as a scientist. Her thick fur now shorn short for the heat of summer. That kept her mind off of Medhsnuja for most of the time until she went to bed in the base's small quarters. Fingers interlaced and cracked as she slowly got up to her feet to stand straight against the sky. Spinal columns creaked as if never used or oiled well, she had grown as more curved was added over the past month no longer being quite rail thin in the chest and rump department. Hair was shorter in the back than the front as some of the underlayer had changed color to a blush or pale orange and pinks, there was still beads, braids, dreadlocks and other things braided or mussed into those thick tendrils.

Slapping away the particles of sand as another vagrant breeze sailed around her, rustling the trees and shrubs. Moving over to the side she bent over to pick up her articles of jewlery, heavy carvings of stone and wood with sparse gems. Placing them around her head as they now rested apoun her chest easily adding weight to her person, rings were added to her fingers and anklets to her ankles. Now the curved frame stood wearing volumes of trinkets, baggy peddal pushers and a tube top it would appear. Hands swept up wards behind her neck flattening her fur as occulars hide behind gauzy curtains. A slight pivot of her hips made her bodice rock back and forth almost like a chair would, A light hum 'pon her breath. Senses seemed to be heightened by the way her eyes closed and how they kicked in easiler.

Yet she was almost Ignorant to Med's precense, as toes wriggled more defiantly in the sand it's self. Lips curled as ears flicked towards his aura most indefiantly.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ha ha ha. Long post attack formation</td></tr></table>




Nhadala perked a rounded ear, giving off a slight jingle to the deep and quite familiar vocal. As with this action her head rolled on elegantly slender shoulders eyes bolted up wards and a grin of pearls flashed quickly on her face. slowly her voice curled to his ears like smoke from a old man's lazy pipe.

"Hello Love. Its been a long very long time. why did you have to be gone so long. "

Those words slow like a bending river but just as smooth as polished stone for setting. eyes half opened, very calm it would seem before real emotions would drift into place like a beaver making a downstream dam. Her fur only ruffled by the slight breeze that carried rain laden clouds over the bold sun. It was going to rain this after noon very lightly at first then harder with rumbling thunder and cracking lighting, of course the temperature would stay warm more of a luke warm though. Nhadala noticed the change that greatly affected Medhsnuja, he looked quite intresting and very different from their last encounter. Slowly turning around on the balls of her feet, using the force of her ankles and torso movement to complete this until she faced him directly. Her head bent back to look up at him being quite a dainty thing compaired to to his heigh and body type. Pools of slate flecked with amber looked sad, but underneath that sadness was happiness as her arms laced up wards. Barely made the attempt to place a loop of her arms around his neck, insead butterfly light hands rested on the round of his shoulders and arms.

Soon enough their bodies were together, pressed in a hug of joy as her bare arms glinted with their tribal gunmetal inserts and same with naked calves and feet. As Nhadala's head lowered to his chest and her cheek wrestled against his black shirt to find a place to hear his beating heart with a throughly pierced ear. Hands slid down his thick arms and ran between them and his body to wrap her arms around his chiseled male waist. Eyes lifted up wards to his dark head wreathed in the sun light, and the sounds of his soft breathing mingled with the rustling palms. Lips twisted here and there between a smile and a frown, thoughts now jostling in what trouble who could of gotten his sorry hide in. By now they could of been Wedded formally and started a family of their own than him hiding from the law enforcement leaving her alone. She craved to start a family of her own, have a child at the least one child by him before anything horrible could happen to him or her. Of course Nhadala was experincing the sin of Greed, wanting and needing at the moment. Yet this was natural for one who was seperated from their love would feel, to horde them away like a squirrel stashing their nuts.

For now she smiled and acted nothing apoun her incentive need for his attention alone. Staring now in to his eyes with her own as her toes wriggled in the white sand of crushed shells, stones and other sea creatures long past dead. Of course water that lapped at the soft lagoon was recycled from eon and eons of the water cycle. Soon enough she released Medhsnuja from her binding hold that was composed of wreathe like arms, now looking up and down taking in the strange sight. How different she exclaimed again in her mind, how his hair once long and a glossy ink now short with ruby streaks tainting the natural colour. And how he gained piercings and tattoos, tracing her fingers over the ones now etched in his wrists. Globes stared at what her fingers traced on his sturdy wrists, somehow reminded her of her own odd markings of metal that climbed her fore arms and calves from ankles to knees and wrists to elbows. Naturally gentle with him, and still was as hands left those silvered tattoos almost as if she was imbued with water. Nhadala's lips parted again taking in a sweet melodious breath that formed and shaped in to words that played 'pon soft pastel lapis lazuli painted lips.

"You have changed alot, Medhsnuja. I know you had to beacuse of the law enforcement but why such extremes for example as to getting tattoos? The ones that are decorating your wrists look mine, why?"

Odd question popped her lips of course out of that sweet breath of fresh sea air that would be replaced with the muggy temperature of the late afternoon. She was still strange as ever, changing subjects of conversation at the bat of a venus flytrap eye.


Buildings stood tall behind them a few miles back with their peeling tropical and natural coloured paints with tile and shingle roof tops. Slowly the buildings went from gradually older and original that sat right on the extensive baord walk and beach with its jettys to taller, complex and of course newer buildings that lead many on a rat race of one way streets and public transportation. Of course Nhadala much perfered the extensive and quite older infection of the older beach themed buildings with their pale and peeling colours and many textures and arcitecural designs. No matter now tall or short these older buildings were she still loved them, as they were there since childhood memories. Still hate grew for the influx of civilzation to this seemingly remote area, where things were now changing rapidly almost to quickly for her even though from an out side perspective it was taking milimeter strides in growing.
It was still this growing port that held a seemingly peaceful cover on the placid surface created by advertisements and travelers, but as one travels under that surface it brimmed with vicious personalities as well with businesses linking to many different mafias and organizations that lead in to the Black market it's self as well to many various places. Easily businesses thrived here as tourists from many contients flocked to look at the sights, as well to many other reasons to travel to Bhim. Yet dirty business also tainted tourism and the tourists at it's best, scamming these people who came to a beautiful port on anything. Locals of course became professional hagglers with dealers of food and other products as well to surviving this now growing jungle of buildings and roads. This fact made Nhadala slightly proud of her home town, where this garden of eden held it's deadly and most fascinating secrets from the traveling adam and eve's of this world. As buildings and vast rainforest mingled, to some a beautiful mixture of growing technology and nature. Yet as ever she though it was beautiful on the out side but internally it was ugly, as the buildings and influx of people were not co habitating with the vast expanse of nature.