Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III - Page 11

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-28-2002, 01:38 PM

He laughs as she runs to the water. All of the spontaneity of a flame alive in the wind, he says to himself and then pauses, both struck and confused by the mental image. Smiling, he shakes his head clear of the thought and, stepping out of his clothes, walks over to the water to join her.

ooc: And a curtain closes over this scene. *LOL*

TAOWolf · 03-28-2002, 01:43 PM

The wolves are highly amused by all the splashing and playing the two are doing in the water, and as the scene turns to more amorous things, the Alpha female barks once to the pack, and they slide into the trees, leaving them alone for awhile so they can hunt for supper.......

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-28-2002, 09:32 PM

She has drifted off to sleep on the blanket and he gently separates himself from her embrace, rising to dress quietly. Looking around the clearing he sends a whisper riding outward along the air currents in the directions of the wolves, “I shall not be far.” He kneels beside her, pulling the cloak with his clasp close to where she might easily reach it. Kissing her lightly upon the cheek, he rises and slinging his bow over his shoulder moves quickly and silently to the base of the cliff. He stands still noting the movements of the air and glances back into the clearing where KayLisa is still sleeping. Stepping between the moist and water-smoothed boulders near the falls he begins to climb, moving nimbly and rapidly up the cliff face with an almost reckless freedom. The sheer fact of this motion within his limbs eases his mind well before he has reached the jagged spike of stone jutting outward from the summit of the falls. Standing at the edge of the spike his eyes search the northern skies noting a strange darkness near the distant hills. Cursing inwardly, he takes the bow into his hands. Sitting upon a stone ledge, he draws the bow across his knees and looking outward toward the hills sends his sight out along the moving currents of air.

TAOWolf · 03-28-2002, 11:26 PM

She moves in her sleep, reaching out with her hand, and immediately wakes, looking around.......

The wolves are napping just at the edge of the trees, and are no help. She looks wildly around for Cyril.

~Okay, calm down girl, he's here somewhere....~ She shakes off the remnant of a bad dream. She stands, grabbing the cloak and pulls it on. She starts to set the tea-kettle on the fire, but changes her mind, instead pouring herself a healthy dose of elderberry wine, downing it in a gulp.....

Calmer now, she pours more, and slowly sips at it.... A strange look crosses her face, and the cup falls out of her hand, unnoticed, her entire being focusing on the feeling she is now having...

~No...........how can that be?............I thought...........Oh Goddess.........~ She runs into the woods, and falls to her knees, throwing up in the grass......

A little later she comes back to camp, a confused look on her face, and she washes her mouth out, and starts to really lay into the wine, sitting on a log by the now dead fire, staring off into the trees........

TAOWolf · 03-28-2002, 11:45 PM

~THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OF TRUILLAH~

The Fay're steps out of a shimmering pocket of air, and stands looking at the forbidden caves, and evilly smiles. She takes the talisman, a t'angreal, and holds it above her head, like a hero warrioress coming home. She walks up to the caves, the grass beneath her feet dying as she walks, and she stops in front of the rune stone set into the boulders blocking the caves..................

She rears back, and SLAMS the t'angreal into the rune stone, and the concussion is heard hundred's of miles away..........The ancient stones slowly start to slide back, with a dark ominous sound.........

[ 03-29-2002, 12:22 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

TAOWolf · 03-29-2002, 12:00 AM

The wolves start awakening from their afternoon naps, and start about the business of pack rituals ...........

The pups play with the packs, and the adults reprimand, the teen-agers romp around, practicing fighting skills, and sneaking up on one another.......

As all of this goes on, Star watches Cyril go to the cliff face and start climbing... She is tempted to wake Fire-eyes, but doesn't, instead just watching..........

[ 03-29-2002, 12:53 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

Cyril Darkcloud · 03-29-2002, 12:22 AM

His grip upon the bow tightens and his gaze reaches outward to the distant hills, and he gasps at the sight of the angry fog that has settled over the mountain where ...... Rage claims him for a moment and it is a narrow thing to resist the impulse to snap the bow into pieces. His sight could not possibly penetrate so dense a gathering of stale and damp air and so he must look to the edges of the foggy shroud. What he sees chills him. The little life that is left upon the mountain has been desecrated in form and mind – even the plants have twisted in upon themselves. The realizations strike him like a storm. Somehow it followed the traces of my life to the mountain. Somehow it followed the power of her ritual to her – just like the arrow I made ..... The place where we first ...... “Nooooooooooooooo!” the scream erupts from his lungs and shakes the air around him and tears, the first plurality of tears since that day the Ruah ha’mot’tah** claimed his wife stream down his face.

**"Wind that is Death"

TAOWolf · 03-29-2002, 12:33 AM

She is shaken out of her self-imposed trance, and stands, the SpiritSword somehow leaping into her hands, and she whirls, looking for the danger..........

The sword falls out of her hands as she looks up to the cliffs where the cry came from, and falls to her knees, recognizing the voice, but not the anguish attached to it........ Tears immediately stream down her face at the absolute agony of the cry, and she screams, "CYRIL!!!!!!"

She runs to the cliff face, and heedless to the deeps gashes her knees and hands are receiving, she climbs upward, hurried by the tone of his cry.............

Suddenly her own cry is added to his as her hands slip, sticky with the blood of the gashes, and she falls.....

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Cyril Darkcloud · 03-29-2002, 01:21 AM

The axes are in his hands and he stands defiantly upon the edge of the stone spike. The air around him swirls with increasing violence and even the terrible burning of hands is of little concern to him as the pain of his heart flows through the blades and into the living air. There have been far too many memories awakened within him these last days and this new desecration tears like talons into his heart. The thunder of his challenge to the Devourer begins to rise in his heart even as its mocking laughter begins to sound in his thoughts.

Ahh! Seh’rul! So pleasant to greet you when that horrible blanket of clouds is not draped across your mind. Yes! ...... And such rage! Surprising even for you! These last years have made you violent, but even I had no idea .....

KayLisa’s cries reach his ears, arresting violent storm of his anger and he turns dismissing the taunts of his enemy. The mocking whispers of the Devourer follow him, however, keeping nearly perfect time with his breathing.

Yes! Go to her, fool! Go to the outsider, you who have become outsider yourself. Go to her, and by all means bear my greetings to her ...... Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im! O! Such a wonderful sense of the absurd you have to name the instrument of your breaking in so delightful a way!

Again her cries reach his ear and a thunderous blast of wind erupts from between his axes. Without thinking, he steps from the jagged point, riding the violent blast after the sound of her cry. Seeing her fall, he throws both weapons toward the clearing, and, forcing himself to think clearly, extends the embrace of the winds that surround him to the air just below her movement. As her fall slows, his hands find her and he quickly gathers her against himself holding her like he has never held another.

TAOWolf · 03-29-2002, 01:49 AM

~I didn't think I would die this way.......I love you, Cyril, my geamhradh madadh-allaidh.......~

She doesn't cry out again, but merely assigns herself to fate..... Suddenly, she slows.. She gasps and opens her eyes only to feel Cyril's arms around her.....

And another with him........... Her eyes turn violent purple, and she raises a hand skyward, the runes glowing brighter then Cyril has ever seen and a pure white flame shoots from her hand as she chants, " Mise an f' huatha sibh na gaothan, agus a' mionnachadh sibh lise a' losgadh agus lasair!!!!!!!!!!!*"

She wraps her arms around his neck, and her whole body glows with the heat of the power surging through her......

~NEVER!!~ she vehemently thinks to herself, "YOU WILL NOT HAVE HIM OR ME!!!"She screams and buries her face against Cyril's neck.........

*I hate you wicked wind, and curse you with fire and flame!!!

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03-28-2002, 01:38 PM	#101
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	He laughs as she runs to the water. All of the spontaneity of a flame alive in the wind, he says to himself and then pauses, both struck and confused by the mental image. Smiling, he shakes his head clear of the thought and, stepping out of his clothes, walks over to the water to join her. ooc: And a curtain closes over this scene. LOL

03-28-2002, 01:43 PM	#102
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	The wolves are highly amused by all the splashing and playing the two are doing in the water, and as the scene turns to more amorous things, the Alpha female barks once to the pack, and they slide into the trees, leaving them alone for awhile so they can hunt for supper.......

03-28-2002, 09:32 PM	#103
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	She has drifted off to sleep on the blanket and he gently separates himself from her embrace, rising to dress quietly. Looking around the clearing he sends a whisper riding outward along the air currents in the directions of the wolves, “I shall not be far.” He kneels beside her, pulling the cloak with his clasp close to where she might easily reach it. Kissing her lightly upon the cheek, he rises and slinging his bow over his shoulder moves quickly and silently to the base of the cliff. He stands still noting the movements of the air and glances back into the clearing where KayLisa is still sleeping. Stepping between the moist and water-smoothed boulders near the falls he begins to climb, moving nimbly and rapidly up the cliff face with an almost reckless freedom. The sheer fact of this motion within his limbs eases his mind well before he has reached the jagged spike of stone jutting outward from the summit of the falls. Standing at the edge of the spike his eyes search the northern skies noting a strange darkness near the distant hills. Cursing inwardly, he takes the bow into his hands. Sitting upon a stone ledge, he draws the bow across his knees and looking outward toward the hills sends his sight out along the moving currents of air.

03-28-2002, 11:26 PM	#104
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She moves in her sleep, reaching out with her hand, and immediately wakes, looking around....... The wolves are napping just at the edge of the trees, and are no help. She looks wildly around for Cyril. ~Okay, calm down girl, he's here somewhere....~ She shakes off the remnant of a bad dream. She stands, grabbing the cloak and pulls it on. She starts to set the tea-kettle on the fire, but changes her mind, instead pouring herself a healthy dose of elderberry wine, downing it in a gulp..... Calmer now, she pours more, and slowly sips at it.... A strange look crosses her face, and the cup falls out of her hand, unnoticed, her entire being focusing on the feeling she is now having... ~No...........how can that be?............I thought...........Oh Goddess.........~ She runs into the woods, and falls to her knees, throwing up in the grass...... A little later she comes back to camp, a confused look on her face, and she washes her mouth out, and starts to really lay into the wine, sitting on a log by the now dead fire, staring off into the trees........

03-28-2002, 11:45 PM	#105
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OF TRUILLAH~ The Fay're steps out of a shimmering pocket of air, and stands looking at the forbidden caves, and evilly smiles. She takes the talisman, a t'angreal, and holds it above her head, like a hero warrioress coming home. She walks up to the caves, the grass beneath her feet dying as she walks, and she stops in front of the rune stone set into the boulders blocking the caves.................. She rears back, and SLAMS the t'angreal into the rune stone, and the concussion is heard hundred's of miles away..........The ancient stones slowly start to slide back, with a dark ominous sound......... [ 03-29-2002, 12:22 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

03-29-2002, 12:00 AM	#106
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	The wolves start awakening from their afternoon naps, and start about the business of pack rituals ........... The pups play with the packs, and the adults reprimand, the teen-agers romp around, practicing fighting skills, and sneaking up on one another....... As all of this goes on, Star watches Cyril go to the cliff face and start climbing... She is tempted to wake Fire-eyes, but doesn't, instead just watching.......... [ 03-29-2002, 12:53 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

03-29-2002, 12:22 AM	#107
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	His grip upon the bow tightens and his gaze reaches outward to the distant hills, and he gasps at the sight of the angry fog that has settled over the mountain where ...... Rage claims him for a moment and it is a narrow thing to resist the impulse to snap the bow into pieces. His sight could not possibly penetrate so dense a gathering of stale and damp air and so he must look to the edges of the foggy shroud. What he sees chills him. The little life that is left upon the mountain has been desecrated in form and mind – even the plants have twisted in upon themselves. The realizations strike him like a storm. Somehow it followed the traces of my life to the mountain. Somehow it followed the power of her ritual to her – just like the arrow I made ..... The place where we first ...... “Nooooooooooooooo!” the scream erupts from his lungs and shakes the air around him and tears, the first plurality of tears since that day the Ruah ha’mot’tah claimed his wife stream down his face. "Wind that is Death"

03-29-2002, 12:33 AM	#108
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She is shaken out of her self-imposed trance, and stands, the SpiritSword somehow leaping into her hands, and she whirls, looking for the danger.......... The sword falls out of her hands as she looks up to the cliffs where the cry came from, and falls to her knees, recognizing the voice, but not the anguish attached to it........ Tears immediately stream down her face at the absolute agony of the cry, and she screams, "CYRIL!!!!!!" She runs to the cliff face, and heedless to the deeps gashes her knees and hands are receiving, she climbs upward, hurried by the tone of his cry............. Suddenly her own cry is added to his as her hands slip, sticky with the blood of the gashes, and she falls..... [ 03-29-2002, 12:36 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

03-29-2002, 01:21 AM	#109
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The axes are in his hands and he stands defiantly upon the edge of the stone spike. The air around him swirls with increasing violence and even the terrible burning of hands is of little concern to him as the pain of his heart flows through the blades and into the living air. There have been far too many memories awakened within him these last days and this new desecration tears like talons into his heart. The thunder of his challenge to the Devourer begins to rise in his heart even as its mocking laughter begins to sound in his thoughts. Ahh! Seh’rul! So pleasant to greet you when that horrible blanket of clouds is not draped across your mind. Yes! ...... And such rage! Surprising even for you! These last years have made you violent, but even I had no idea ..... KayLisa’s cries reach his ears, arresting violent storm of his anger and he turns dismissing the taunts of his enemy. The mocking whispers of the Devourer follow him, however, keeping nearly perfect time with his breathing. Yes! Go to her, fool! Go to the outsider, you who have become outsider yourself. Go to her, and by all means bear my greetings to her ...... Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im! O! Such a wonderful sense of the absurd you have to name the instrument of your breaking in so delightful a way! Again her cries reach his ear and a thunderous blast of wind erupts from between his axes. Without thinking, he steps from the jagged point, riding the violent blast after the sound of her cry. Seeing her fall, he throws both weapons toward the clearing, and, forcing himself to think clearly, extends the embrace of the winds that surround him to the air just below her movement. As her fall slows, his hands find her and he quickly gathers her against himself holding her like he has never held another.

03-29-2002, 01:49 AM	#110
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~I didn't think I would die this way.......I love you, Cyril, my geamhradh madadh-allaidh.......~ She doesn't cry out again, but merely assigns herself to fate..... Suddenly, she slows.. She gasps and opens her eyes only to feel Cyril's arms around her..... And another with him........... Her eyes turn violent purple, and she raises a hand skyward, the runes glowing brighter then Cyril has ever seen and a pure white flame shoots from her hand as she chants, " Mise an f' huatha sibh na gaothan, agus a' mionnachadh sibh lise a' losgadh agus lasair!!!!!!!!!!!" She wraps her arms around his neck, and her whole body glows with the heat of the power surging through her...... ~NEVER!!~* she vehemently thinks to herself, "YOU WILL NOT HAVE HIM OR ME!!!"She screams and buries her face against Cyril's neck......... *I hate you wicked wind, and curse you with fire and flame!!! [ 03-29-2002, 01:51 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

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