[M]Cant Fight the Moonlight - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: [M]Cant Fight the Moonlight (/showthread.php?tid=24555) |
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- Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 01-20-2012 [html]
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Upon arrival to the Festival grounds, the day was spent in setting shop while acquainting herself with the market and wares. As a would be shop-keep there was little time to spare to fully indulge in the sights and sounds brought on by the collaboration of varying creatures. No doubt time would favor her inevitably to succumb to the splendors and play the part of a spectator for a time, but for the better part of the day she was an organizer, a Shepard of another kind to assure that she and her mate would be secure in their stay.
Night could not come swiftly enough, calling an end to the labors of the day and the beginnings of the after light lives desperate to breathe the free air. Throughout the day she was tortured by the sounds of music and laughter, the trills of excitement coupled with the exuberant mirth one felt when overcome with rapture. She wanted to take part in that… desperately her Mareck heart craved it; a trait learned by her sister who showed her how to dance and acquire a taste for music. With her lithe formed sibling absent, and no sure hand to take lead of her, she would waltz into the world of dance upon her own two dexterous feet, but not without due decorum for the occasion.
While the fair ladies beneath the cover of the tent were adorned in extravagant dress and cotton garb, the Nomad woman had not silk nor cotton, but furs upon her proud frame. The red of the fox fur, of her first kill, was groomed to pristine condition made radiant by the firelight that cast the whole of the dance in a heated glow and red and gold. And from beneath the wore flesh beneath hung only the more extravagant tails of her kills. An array of red and white adorned her left shoulder while the other was left bare. Her cloak of elk hide had been left behind for the sake of ease in movement and fluidity while her trophies remained clasped to her shoulder and arm. Perhaps more feral than a dainty dress, her attire, but then the woman was far from a delicate creature.
As she prowled through the waltzing crowd with umber digits wrapped around the tail end of her tamed, woven mane, she carried about her a majestic air but was made humble by the polite smile worn upon her lips. Among the swaying forms lost within the captivating melody of song, she walked with graceful stride falling in step with the rhythm that graced her ears. Each step was not upon ground, but within the music itself as it conducted the path that led her feet and invoked her body to sway to subtly. Gradually the spell conjured by the strings consumed her as well and all else faded to obscurity. The entrancing firelight lured her sauntering form from the lonesome edge of the gathering and deeper into the glow cast by its unbridled radiance. Her amber eyes were blinded by its light, compelled to close only when the legato rhythm of the strings invoked her to do so and surrender to the sweet renditions…
Yet when they opened again, they saw not the orange of the flame but sun-kissed gold. Her eyes drew wide as the cry of a lone string sang sweetly in her ears, quickening her heartbeat as the lone chord when on…endlessly, then was joined again by its longing pair. She held his gaze until her heart reclaimed is natural rhythm and the anticipation roused by the soloist was dispelled with the climax of the chorus. From where she stood within the light of the fire, the woman carefully extended her arm in offer… - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 01-21-2012 [html] OOC
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No bells of warning, but a song of content… of longing, as the Knight drew nigh to satisfy her beckon. Upon her lips was a fond smile made by the rekindled warmth of his familiar touch upon her hand. Such lavishing warmth radiating from their reunited hands, truly melting the woman’s heart as she looked into his golden eyes, her own again alight with anticipation.
As he placed his muzzle to her hand her ears drew back bashfully whilst her heart skipped out of sync with the song of the lone violin. It was night impossible to suppress the growing smile upon her lips, so she let it flourish and come to life in all its radiance, rivaling the spectacular flame in its brilliance. That manner in which she had become, a fool burdened by a fluttering heart as she succumbed to the lovely tune, mattered little to her. If only for a moment, she wanted not to wear the garn of an Exultare but enjoy the gaily mood of the Marecks. Indulge if but for a moment in the life her sister lead whilst among the Nomads. To be free to sing, to dance without worry, to be merry and take part in the exuberance of life. And as the beginning of her stay upon these grounds, she was offered a lead into this fragment of life and let herself be carried off without contest… - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 01-21-2012 [html] OOC
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Their movements were sweeping, becoming much more than a procession of steps to rhythm. As the band played on and they drew closer together, their forms sinfully pressed against the other as they danced, it evolved into fluid emotion enrapturing the pair as they feel deeper under the spell of the strings.
Fur caressed the tightly woven material that kept their colors from melding as they slipped further into the other. The feel was foreign, disdainfully alien but did not release her from the hold the music had upon her. It was his warmth, his precision, their seamlessly timed steps that kept her melded to his form, with nothing other than the melody on her mind. Perhaps this intimate comfort was wrong to any other in her position. Well loved and mated, bound to another not only in title but in heart. Yet as she danced, she felt not as if she were betraying him, but felt a growing disappointment that the man that held her and carried her off through this lively ballad was not her mate… but a friend.
She had felt such enjoyment with him that she believed the sensations elicited were more wrong than their closeness. She couldn’t have felt like this with any other… so at ease and so… happy. As the sadness crept to her visage, her ears lowered against her skull and her measured steps began to slow until she could not move at all, even as the playing violin reached its crescendo then gradually quieted towards its end. “I am sorry…” she whispered, her voice no longer catering to the trill of ignorance that was laden within it when first they met. A great deal of change had overcome her since last they saw each other and every emotion that came from it was worn on her face. She looked to her partner kindly, tipping her head back just enough to catch his sun-kissed eyes and offered him a smile. “I hadn’t imagined us seeing each other again like this,” she confessed, her smile brightening just a little before its light again receded. “But I am glad for it Jazper. Truly. To dance with you is like a dream gifted by the ancestor’s themselves… but,” once more, her ears lowered and her stunning gaze averted from his powerful own. “...this was not the dream I wanted to have. Though I am glad you are in it.” - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC
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But her eyes never left him. Like desperate moths to the flames they lingered and drew deeper into the sun-kissed glowing pools of light, seeking that warmth… the celestial glow of the heavenly body. And when he spoke she felt her heart hammer faster against her chest and became breathless again, and utterly drained. “I…I cannot imagine to know what the ancestors foresee from this moment onward,” she confessed in breathless tones. “But we can only be expected to walk along the paths they pave for us…however obscure.” She could not fathom if he understood her or not, but hoped her words would achieve some recognition by him. It was all she could hope for. That… and to see him again when the powers that be permitted it.
And so, the woman bowed humbly to her partner, withdrawing her hand from her chest to gentle grace his still warm palm then amble away from him completely. Though dazed from the exhilaration, her senses were still about her gathering what they would reach. And in their blind search, she found the towering form of her mate socializing with a young girl, well on his way to drunk and amusement. She said nothing as she paused in stride and caught his eye, her own then wandering over the young girl before looking again toward the entrance again. And still, with her lips silenced she departed to rest for the remainder of the night.
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