Watching the world pass us by

A/N: Sorry about the length and tardiness of this post. IÂ’ll be swifter and shorter from now on.

Aleut trudged carefully through the white sands, his steps skilfully making the least noise possible. The beach was the new playground for the herbologist, to investigate the wide diversity of herbs that grew only on the scarce landscape.

Aleut walked over toward a line of sandy dunes, dotted with vegetation, that separated him and the ocean .The air was warm which served as respite from the winter cold, bringing a nice change to the weather he lived with. Aleut watched himself while he clambered up the dune, taking utmost care not to trample the plants that covered the dune but it was near impossible and Aleut can only hope that it wouldnÂ’t cause considerable damage.

Once he reached the top he was greeted with the sea breeze that played with his white mane and the full expanse of the heavenly-blue ocean became open to him. The moving photography taken in his eyes was so astounding, he took that as an excuse to just stand there and watch with appreciative, blue eyes.


Only a few moments past did Aleut realise he wasn’t alone on the beach but it wasn’t surprising, the ocean being so magnificent, someone would have had the same idea to come here and relax. But what were surprising was that there was only one person there. You’d think that a beautiful get-away such as this would be littered with ‘dragons.

Aleut came down the dune and then bent low to the ground when he reached the base, his posture becoming feral-like but maintaining the sense of dignity. He moved towards the stranger in a smooth and silent manner, subtle evidence of his basic assassin training.

Aleut reached close enough to discern his appearance and they didn’t do well to encourage him to approach the lone ‘dragon. He appeared quite large and muscular; two qualities that could lead to a very bad situation but Aleut persevered. There was no insight in doing nothing.

 

Aleut’s heart skipped a beat when the pendragon spoke, something he hadn’t prepared for knowing he had been silent as possible. He recovered himself and allowed the other ‘dragon to examine him without sudden movement,

“Why would I kill you?" Aleut quarried, finding it peculiar to merit such an answer from walking up to him with innocent enough intentions.

What played with AleutÂ’s insatiable curiosity was the minute macabre-smile which he interpreted as a solemn past. His gaze shifted to see the arden looking out at sea with a sombre expression on his passive face, and Aleut, too, followed his movement.

The endless, varying shades of oceanic colours lulled him into reviewing his past, almost losing himself in the many dark corridors of his mind. He wondered whether the other arden was perhaps doing the same.
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Snap-shots of Aleut’s own past blurred his vision in an ocean backdrop. The sound of the other arden’s baritone voice reached his ears and he blinked, the ocean once more becoming a clear picture no longer twisted images. Forcing him self to be interested in the other ‘dragon, Aleut lay flat on the ground a couple of meters away from him, is legs tugged close to his stomach while his arms crossed in front.

“I’m sorry for being quiet. It tends to be a habit," Aleut said, his eyes tracing the white ocean highlights as the waves washed ashore.

Aleut snapped his head to look at the other ‘dragon, piqued by his confession. “And what line of work would make you think that way?" he asked, the tone of his voice higher than usual, wary of the words that would come out of his mouth.

 

Aleut’s lips tensed in a scowl and his eyes slanted towards the other wanderer with displeasure. The single word consumed him, drenching him in bone-chilling ice and made Aleut tense with animosity. Using some effort to restrain him self from confronting the other ‘dragon head-on, he gripped the fluid ground with his claws to prepare a quick escape in case the said ‘assassin’ turned hostile.

“What are your reasons for murder? Money? Self-gain?" Aleut replied with a hoarse growl challenging the other arden’s morals, clearly ruffled up with prejudiced loathing.

 

Jaina looked back down at the parchment. She had to cash in some serious favors to get ahold of this information, she hoped it was accurate. Almost a year ago she had run into a handsome Arden with a shady past and a rather attractive nature un Jaina's opinion, he was an outcast like her. Over the past many months she had worked hard to trak down Gyethym. Now she was going to meet him. For real and not in the heat of frenzied escape.

 

When Jaina popped up over the hill, she couldn't conatain herself. She barked-yes, barked- happily and ran on all fours towards the duo. She launched herself as high as she could go, diving for the ocean about 7 feet above the crouched figures, splashing into the tide. When she drew herself back up she winked playfuly, "Hi thym, watcha' doin' lately?"

 

A/N: Hopefully not too confusing and emoish *-*;

IC:
I did it because I was made to do it. At leastÂ… thatÂ’s what he says."

Aleut froze, the words uncorking his bottle of emotions, threatening to overwhelm him. His head bowed, heavy with an indescribable feeling that could not be conveyed with words but they were close to shame and pity.

The arden and his father made a striking connection that pained him yet infuriated him because both killed not with their own intentions and having no control of whose life you took scared him like it did during his recovery from that dark event best left archived in the intangible library.

From the sky of Aleut’s eye, he could see him lie back, relaxed as if what he said didn’t seem to be provocative to ones morals at all and that almost undid him, vibrating in abhorrence and spite not for the arden but whom controlled him. In his blind rage, Aleut did not notice another ‘dragon appear over the hill. Aleut took a shaking step forward toward him, punching into the sand, and his eyes only for the other arden.

“Who says? Who?!" Aleut growled, instinctively baring his teeth and then taking another step forward with his second just as forcefully as his first.

AleutÂ’s mind filled only with thoughts of blood, flesh and ways of murder, consumed by the blood lust for the name that would escape the other ardenÂ’s mouth. The lust distorted AleutÂ’s face, scrunched in a scowl that did not match him.

Aleut had not made his third step when a shadow flashed into existence and he turned sharply to see an arden dive bombing into the incoming tides. The distraction had served to shatter AleutÂ’s mirror that reflected his darker side of him. Aleut crumpled over the sudden realisation he would have intended to hurt this stranger in front of him.

“Thym is it?" he whispered, testing the name. The newly arrived individual seemed to be acquainted with the arden so he retraced his steps before turning to leave before his feelings got the better of him, “Goodbye Thym. We will meet again," and he fled, kicking up sand as he went.

 

ooc:incredibly sorry for messing up the posting order! I didn't remember it even existed as I usually go on general or two person threads..... sorry!

Jaina looked a little puzzled at the arden leaving and she knew it wasn't her place to pry. She didn't detect any major physical injuries on him so she decided that if he wantedd to leave, he could go. Thym on the other hand..........

"So, when were you planning to stop in next, hmmmmm? I doubt you could've gotten lost in the woods trying to find me and it's been a little over half a year scince we saw each other last. What the hell happend? I spent, over a season looking for any word of you, and now here you are on a day off that you might think about trying to send me a messege! I mean, come on!"

With that sge plopped herself down in the water, hoping that she had at least captured his attention.

 

Jaina was speechless for a moment, but only a moment. "Oh, now what, the, fuck." She was decidedly pissed off, and subtly caught his bio signiture off of fronima with her kinesis, now she could find him whenever she wanted to........



OOC: OH YEAH! Auiriet said I kinda screwed it all up, so I'll either pick up my posts and go so you guys can carry on or I'll keep going, you two figure it out.

 

A/N: I didn't say you screwed up. o_O I just felt that the way things turned out, you might have been blaming yourself thinking you caused both of us to poof from the thread... I feel slightly offended that you twisted my act of being considerate into an attack. If the tone in my PM seemed negative then I apologise.

I/C: Aleut flew in giant, leaping steps, wanting to distract himself by the beat of the warm wind. Up the sand dunes and towards his home, he wanted to forget it all and receive the comfort of his own home, but the ferocity of his steps implied he was not forgetting. The wind did not blow away his previous thoughts of animalistic, in-dragone* murder and somehow, he had the feeling that the house that was his sanctuary would not provide the right comfort.

The depressing idea that he was losing himself scared him, but also acceptance. On the path, into the dark horizon of purple and blue, Aleut could not walk back. A tiny tear welled in his eye then disappeared into the rushing wind.


*inhumane -> in-dragone (I can't exactly call a 'dragon inhumane can I?)

 

OOC: and now I will stay here in the posting oreder, and I was worried about my tone on the messege as well, I knew it wasn't an attack but I guess I didn't know how elese to describe it at the time!

IC: Jaina wasn't about to let all of this crazyness slide, so she waited untill out of eyeshot and followed Gyethym. It wouldn't have been hard to track him anyway, with the trail of sandy destruction, but she liked to utilize her talents. When she finally came back upon him she felt elevated levels of stress hormones even though she couldn't read his body language. Sitting down next to him she said "Lost something?" in a much less playful voice then earlier.

 

Thinking irrationally, Aleut stopped abruptly, the shift in the wind blowing his mane forward. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes taking on a duller tint as he thought over what he needed right now. What he wanted was to know who was condemning other ‘dragons to kill and he the only link he had was the earlier ardent he met.

Based on that thought he swerved, backtracking the steps he had made, running like a cunning cheetah*. Aleut was going to head back and ask again.

*I know Cheetah’s probably do not exist in Ramath-lehi but this is where your imagination kicks in.