<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>21 Dyo, 81379</td></tr></table> Nhadala strolled slowly along the streets, allowing her shadows to cast out wards like vagrant childern to their mother. Visionaries cloaked under the heavy lashes and gauzy curtains of lids watching as the traders wormed their way under the tents that propped up as if magic. They worked with out notice dealing and wheeling as she snorted not noticing her new or soon to be husband would be behind her able to listen to her muttering. Arching the small of her back with the clatter of trinkets as they took the alley ways than main streets to keep her self unnoticed as well to her husband almost a ninja like mannerism. Looking behind her shoulder of thin grace at Medhsnuja as lips curled up wards in a femmine smile, hidden intentions of her mental ablities lingered in the way she held her self. "Medhsnuja. My Family is a bit strange, strange as in they will challenge you in to duels and so forth of a certain magical ablility that generation after generation in my family practices. Daily " Pausing as the boots scuffed up wards sand that was dormant, looking about with ears and eyes. A normal thing of a sightless fighter, Breathing slowing down wards in through awaiting his answer as then she walked to the side of a building reaching for the rooting to clamber her self to the top for an easier way to reach the manor estate.
Medhsnuja was following behind her in the dark alleyways, his dark and tall figure almost becoming part of the shadows as they walked along. His dark velvet cloak billowed out behind him, revealing his crimson ruffled shirt and tight black leather trousers as well as occasionly revealing the curved sword in it's black scabbard. He could hear her muttering something, but figured that it was a private talk-aloud-and-not-realising-it thing. When she stopped by the house grounds and opened her mouth to speak, he listened carefully, not sure of what to expect. Duels? Fair enough... But what sort of magic ability? I'm not sure I quite understand His crimson eyes looked at her curiously and closely, a soft rare twinkle in them. If he could visably frown deeply, he probably would have been but instead his brows furrowed slightly as one hand idly laid on the sword's hilt out of habit.
Looking down at him then at the roofing as she got up there and stood slowly as the words trickled down to him like a water fall. Eyes breeched at him slowly looking down before away. "Necromancy " Fur ruffled as her feet paced over the roof tops now twards an esenuated home of marble, lips pursing witha flicker of her ears. The tail swinging behind the feathered rump under cloth and nose a twiching. Mile of roof tops til the expanses of houses began to clea rout for the larger spread out homes of the well advanced, as they walked amonst soot, weather and the smoke curling form every roof. hm
He looked surprised at her as her single word floated on the small breeze. She hadn't mentioned that her family trade was necromancy. But he supposed that every family had its secrets. He followed her up onto the rooftops as he let the word sink in his mind. She wasn't even looking at him. He moved quickly so that he could place a hand on her shoulder. Why haven't you said before? It's not something to be ashamed of. No one should be ashamed of their trades He said softly, and very tempted to just grasp her fully and draw her to him. He wasn't sure what she'd make of that though. And if it's a family tradition type thing, then I'm willing to be a part of it if it'll make you happy That was all he really cared about, apart from the SOB of course. Her and making her happy.
Nhadala smiled sweetly at him, nosing the hand after her smile with a prick of cold fem nose. Perking the wide range audits before sweeping him in to a hug then dispersing over the tile roofs witha glimmer of her tail rings. "See my family's tradition is also a Cult that I belong to..." Her voice faded a little bit stoping on the last far out roof looking at him then pointing to the large manor almost as large as a REd Feather leaders Home but smaller way smaller.
Medhsnuja smiled at her in return, a wide pleasant smile. The suddenness of her hug took him by surprise and a soft throaty grumble of content as he felt her warm slender body against his. He was going to scoop her in his arms and twirl her but she'd already leapt away over more rooftops. He hurried after her and almost bumped into her when she stopped quite suddenly as she mentioned a Cult. A cult? How do you mean? He said as he came up behind her and drew her against his body in a possessive hug, his head resting on one of her shoulders and looked in the direction of the home she was pointing at. Is that... Is that your home? He said after a pause as he looked. She'd obviously lived a better life as she grew up than him. He'd lived in a dark, smelly and damp cave in the middle of the mountains. It looks incredable... He whispered, his crimson eyes fixated on it but his arms still holding her to him.
"Cult as in like S.O.B" She murmered to him under the gauzy lids of her eyes, smiling ever lightly feeling his arms hook around the slender femme waist. Fur roiled under the thick bandages and piercings pressed to him as Nhadala hummed slowly in a gutteral way. Ruffling the feathered wings on the shoulders trying not to place them in an uncomfortable place for him. Nodding to his words about her home of large proportions as she spoke yet again in a soft voice. "My familia is large very large I have almost around 20 siblings most are either twins or triplets like my self. " Looking off watching the figures parade around in the gardens of her home one was noticably her father whom was looking for her and Medhsnuja with dark eyes. "lets go.."
He let her words sink in his mind. Okay, so she was in another cult. But this one was family orientated. Medhsnuja knew what he felt straight away. He didn't mind one bit. Well, okay. I see no problem with that. I want you to be happy remember. And I would never want to put you in an awkward position. He growled softly with contentment as she pressed against his body. He just loved being close to her. When she mentioned her large family, he made a soft surprised noise from deep within his throat. His mind was filled with more questions but then he too noticed the figures in the house's courtyard and he let her go, somewhat regretfully, so she could lead the way. You know I love you don't you? Medhsnuja said softly, his hand brushing agains Nhadala's cheek
The pale visonaries rested on his face as she nuzzeled his large palm wiht a bashful smile, she loved him alot. The fur ruffled up as she kept close to him pressing her ear to the buffed out chest, listening to the beat of a warm heart. Speaking to him in a almost breathless whistper, lips curling up wards daintily at him under the heavy locks of hair that grew mottled in their coloring. " I know very much, as much I love you " Looking behind the thin shoulder at her father sitting on a marble pedestal reading something of literature. Mother was gardening as younger pups scrimmaged amonst each other in a pack as she constatly paused in her work to yell at them. Nhadala smiled gently nosing at him once more before taking off in a free fall from the tall flat roofed house dissapering like a shimmer.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the wait, my internet's been down and the school computers wouldn't let me on RaL x.x</td></tr></table> Medhsnuja smiled down at her as she nuzzled his palm before pressing her ear to his broad chest. He took her in an embrace again, his chin resting on her head very gently. His crimson eyes were as soft as a feather as he looked down to her as her eyes locked with his. His heart swelled with pride as she told him how much she loved him. He nosed her back when she did and was about to say I'm so glad I met you but she suddenly lept down from the rooftop. Medhsnuja paused for a moment, looking at the large house before him, before he too lept down in pursuit of Nhadala, his one true love.
She free fell form the three stories, it would seem as the air consummed her body like a treat. Signature technique of how Sebastian and Herself started off from a tall area to a shorter place, with wings rippling in the commotion. To the feelings it felt as if the wind was tearing away her sins and throwing them away leaving beauty so terrible it felt good to wear. Lips peeling across a latex like maw, fur rippling in waves with the tail moving like a snake with the heavy mercury silver rings clipped in to the tip. Feet pressed on to the ground in a sharp thud, slow pain form impact but it was all the sweeter to feel again. Whissps of white flew up from the jetted air as the air was filled with noises of marimbas. Audits flickered and pressed hard on the skull pointing up wards like curving horns of hell. Nhadala did not complain once or speak from the moment she left the embrace of Medhsnuja, not walking on the spitting gravel road to the alabaster walls and jade green leaves of her home.
