Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III

[Cyril Darkcloud]

He holds her against him as the sun disappears beneath the horizon and the first few stars of night begin to shine against the dusky sky. As the sky darkens the winds that bear them begin to stir into new motion and he looks upward scanning the sky until his eyes find the Great Nomad. Touching the locket he whispers a greeting to she who will again he his daughter. He breathes deeply over KayLisa and, removing the locket, smiles as he slowly slides its chain it over her head and around the bracer upon her neck. Watching her eyes widen with surprise, he releases her completely from his embrace. As he moves away from her he whispers, “No words. Just breathe and move.”**

** He does not move far from her.

[TAOWolf]

She is very surprised as he puts his locket around her neck, and before she can say anything, he moves away from her, leaving her there.........

~just breathe?.....Oh Goddess~ She looks down, and her breathing increases slightly. She gulps, and turning her head skyward, stares at the stars instead, seeking out one certain star, the star that speaks to her spoirad...

She finds it, and uses it for concentration, and breathes slowly and calmly, raising her hands towards the star, and says a brief prayer to the wolf spirits abiding there to watch over her pack and Cyril....... She grasps the locket carefully in one hand, and asks them to protect his daughter also.........

She turns and looks at Cyril, her eyes fairly on fire with a deep purple glow, and she smiles shyly..........

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

The shyness in her look surprises him and he is so taken with it that it is difficult not to move quickly to her side. “Move, Sof’ya,” the wind around her whispers as he returns her smile. “Learn to move within the wind.” ~ She thinks that it is my power alone that holds her aloft. ~ He moves a bit further away and whispers, “This wind is as much yours as mine.”

[TAOWolf]

~move with the wind?....Ahhhhh.....okay~ She smiles at his last whisper as he moves away, and she raises her arms above her head...........

~Small flickers of blue flame shyly start to surround the edges of her body, slowly moving across her to meet and spread in a delicate lace of dancing flames that consume her......... Her eyes glow brightly silver and purple, the blue flames reflecting in a silver shimmer into the wind, and she slowly dances in the movement of the wind, the flames blowing gently back and forth in rhythm with the dance of the wind and their own, slowly merging the two dances together...

She closes her eyes, her face blissful as she turns it skyward, and slowly turns in a circle like a bright blue star falling from the heavens.......................~

OOC:hmmm......how's that

[TAOWolf]

As the evening turns to night, the wolves all watched, enchanted by the dance above them, and howl softly into the night, lending their own kind of dance to mingle with the wind.......

[Cyril Darkcloud]

TAOWolf posted: OOC:hmmm......how's that?

ooc: I’ll let Cyril answer that himself.

ic: Stunning! All of the gracefulness of a flame alive in the wind. ~ There is something strangely healing about watching her like this. The exhaustion and weakness are still very much within his limbs but his memories have ceased their stormy raging and the violent edge has left his emotions. He smiles feeling the silent music of the wind moving against him and seeing the mingled dances of wind and flame and starlight find such striking oneness in her movements. As she spins he moves toward her, his movements corresponding to hers. Her spinning slows and he reaches forward touching her shoulders and drawing himself against her. “Sof’ya’ he whispers, kissing her lightly on the forehead, “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im.” ~ She dances with such beauty within a wind that even her gods cannot command. Yes, I have named her rightly. ~ They move silent and together several long minutes in this wind that bears them until, with a breath from Cyril, the movement of the air shifts returning them slowly to the clearing.

[ 04-03-2002, 10:57 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Cyril Darkcloud]

THE TOMB

Just beneath the surface of the psionic’s consciousness, a whisper senses a mind screaming in a language it knows very well, a language spoken only by those who live their lives close to the sky. For a moment its voice falls silent, allowing Neb a moment of stillness within his own mind. Soon, however, the whisper resumes its speaking with a delighted, gloating note ringing in its words.

So there is something of him left here after all. How delightfully convenient that death has treated him so poorly! ..... Yes! To sleep, perchance to dream! Ah! But what dreams are possible within the grave? Why nightmares! Visions of terror filling a sleep that does not end. O! How utterly delightful! ..... Yes! My last enemy, you who died unbroken shall be broken in death. And this herald of mine shall bear me deep within these terrible fears born here in your grave after all of your hopes have turned to dust and bone ..... O yes! ..... I must remember to properly thank that one who has managed to keep your dreams of terror so deliciously vivid. O! To taste and savor this after so very long a wait!

[TAOWolf]

The wolves let their howls slowly die one by one, each paying tribute to what they just witnessed, and as each song fades, that wolf takes up a spot in a circle around where the two will rest their feet once again.....

Star and Grounder sit slightly inside the circle, eyes watching Protector and Fire-eyes, silently waiting......

[Neb]

(OOC: Things have been sorted out and I have returned to IW, the RP forum at least.)

Neb headed down the long marble passage, what happened in his mind didn't affect him much, whenever the Wind ceased to gibber in his brain his own insanity did a great job of it. After a few twists and turns he reached the end of the corridor. A blank wall carved with runes.

Not really considering why, he read the runes.... A falling sensation, of being as insubstantial as mist, a second of sanity, then a return to non-motion, to solidity, to madness. He turned around, the corridor behind him wasn't the one that he'd left behind. Runes of transportation it seemed.

The main reason that he could say that it wasn't the same corridor was because this one was quite a bit shorter and at the end of it lay a large room....

[TAOWolf]

The old man sits outside his cabin on a rock near the porch, the rock covered entirely in runes and magical symbols, some as old as the First Age....

"I fear there will be none left to fight the forsaken, it has been so long", he whispers to himself. He hears wings in the sky in a fast flurry of flight, and turns his blind eyes to the noise. "Back so soon, are we? I fear that does not bode well," he mutters as the hawk gently lands on his knee, and chirps at him, waiting for him to take the message it has brought back.

As the old man reads the missive, eight more hawks return and as he reads each missive in turn, his anger grows......."Dead, gone, cannot be reached" He angrily slams his fists to the rock, a melodious sound arising and the hawks scatter, only to light back by his feet, concern on their faces as they watch him.

As one they enter his mind, "~but you forget, one has not come back, and that one flies swift to the one that is really the only chance we have~".....

He turns his blind eyes to the ground and smiles at his beloved hawks, reaching into his tattered robe pulling out food and tossing it on the ground...

"Yes, my little ones, you are right....She is the only chance we may have...."