(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

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Gar heard labored breathing and smiled, his hand shot up into the tangle of rotting canvas overhead, snagging a slim ankle before he pulled down. Tollia squeaked in surprise, slamming into Gar's awaiting arms as he smiled triumphantly. She playfully struck him on the chest and he let her down to her feet. "Where are we going now, Tollia? The day has hardly began." She turned back to him, her eyes gleaming dangerously. "We are going to hunt a dragon, Gar." He blinked in surprise, silently following her back to the little shack that they had called home since leaving the shelter of the church. They darted from shadow to shadow, as was their way. Stealth meant life, even here in a place that they knew as well as their own hearts. When they had finally reached the shack Tollia hefted her pack, not even bothering to look at the meager possessions that it held. Gar knew the items by heart, a necklace that he had strung for her from cogs and wheels tossed aside from the operators of various machines. A set of automatic torches that he had constructed, at least a dozen knives that she had stolen from assorted ruffians, a brightly colored shawl and a thin white slip of a dress. That was all she owned in the world, squared away in that small little green leather pack. He hefted his own russack, full of assorted tools and gadgets. At the very bottom was a pyramid of copper etched image of Tollia and himself, grinning from ear to ear and surrounded by the flowering garland of some festival he could not remember. He strapped his automatic cross bow on his wrist, the extra arrows filling two specially designed pouches on either side of his russack. Tollia nodded at him, sweeping the curtain back and emerging into the alley way. He followed, shaking his head and adjusting his pack, knowing in his heart that he was willing to follow this foolish Maid to the ends of the earth and back.
 
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Ellayn swept the ivory comb through her tangle of golden brown hair, staring deeply into the looking glass. She was a strange creature, an exotic bird to be housed in the cage of Petara. She sighed, putting down her comb and leaning her chin into her fist. She was called beautiful, glorious, but she could not see it. She was herself, nothing more. Thin rosy lips, gray-green eyes that glowed when shadows fell, her brows thin, her rich curls forming a halo about her head. She did not know why the Elves looked at her so strangely, true she was rare, she had never met another like herself. But she was not some strange creature to be housed in a gilded cage and gazed upon. She sighed, rising to her bare feet and crossing her arms as she crossed the marble floor. From one end to the other she stalked, like a trapped hunting cat. That was how she felt, captured, cooped up. She wanted the wind, the sky, grass beneath her feet and branches overhead. Not that she could remember any of these things. She knew them only from books. But she longed for them so. Sometime in her life she must have known them, must have felt the wonders of the world. But she could not remember them. All she knew was this cage... and Qualair. He frightened her and infuriated her. She did not know why she felt such rage whenever she saw him, The loathsome old Elf had not tried to add her to his harem, nor had he ever laid a hand on her. But she knew that, somewhere in the darkness of her mind, at sometime in her life, he had done something unthinkable to her. Ellayn felt his gaze now, though she could not see him. It was the machines that hid him, behind that ever swirling wall of colors and shapes. She could not see out lest he wanted her to, but she knew that he was there. She picked up the bottle of perfume on her dressing table, hurling it with all of her might at the images. They trembled and the bottle shattered, breaking the curtain long enough for her to see the disgusting old Elf smile at her. Then he was gone and she was alone once more, alone with the knowledge of his presence.
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Qualair chuckled at the anger in the Wildings face, so thrilling, that look. He would never grow tired of it. He held out his arm and one of his numerous wives threaded her slender arms around it. He looked down at the slip of an Elf Maid, unable to recall her name. She was a new one, he remembered that much. The daughter of a noble blooded merchant, sold to cover his debt. Qualair petted her cheek with his trembling, bony finger, watching the disgust flash in her eyes. She tried to mask it by fluttering her lashes and cooing adoringly. Qualair scowled, throwing her off of his arm and into the waiting grasp of one of the guards. "You are welcome to her." The Elf knight snickered and gripped her fore arms tighter, making her squeak in pain. "Sire, no, please, I have served you loyally since my father sent me into your embrace! Please, Sire! No, please!!" The knight dragged her out of the room, kicking and screaming. Qualair merely held out his arm and another of his Doves quickly settled upon it. Snuggling into him. He smiled, enjoying the rush of power that he had just felt, how he loved it. He looked over his shoulder one last time at the caged Wildling before making his way back to his chambers, his Doves flocking behind him.
 
Name: Gardenia
Race: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: Uknown
Hometown: Glaydess
Love interest: None
Personality: Sweet and thoughtful, until you push her too far. Then the wrath of one angry Pixie will descend upon you. Being a Pixie and having been looked down upon for all of her life she stands up for the underdog.
History: She was captured by a band of nomad Elves that kept her caged for nearly ten years and used her to earn gold as a side show act. Due to her strange markings that glow softly upon her skin. She has a twin that she has desperately been searching for, that was the reason that she was captured by the Nomadic Elves.
Appearance: Blue, green, yellow, and pink spots are scattered about her body and they glow faintly. She wears a slip made of frothy white gauze.
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Dusty61 said:
Name: Gardenia
Race: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: Uknown
Hometown: Glaydess
Love interest: None
Personality: Sweet and thoughtful, until you push her too far. Then the wrath of one angry Pixie will descend upon you. Being a Pixie and having been looked down upon for all of her life she stands up for the underdog.
History: She was captured by a band of nomad Elves that kept her caged for nearly ten years and used her to earn gold as a side show act. Due to her strange markings that glow softly upon her skin. She has a twin that she has desperately been searching for, that was the reason that she was captured by the Nomadic Elves.
Appearance: Blue, green, yellow, and pink spots are scattered about her body and they glow faintly. She wears a slip made of frothy white gauze.
Image:

Username:Dusty61
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((Awesome!! Accepted, I'll add it to the character list. :D ))
 
((Thanks!!))

Gardenia paced, wondering how she had gotten to this point. She closed her eyes, letting herself slip into her past. The past that she could still recall. A pair of kind, blue eyes, that had more compassion than any she had ever known. Her brother Willow, how she missed him so. It seemed as though they were never apart. All she had to do was turn and he would be there. With a witty remark, a true Nixie. He was always pulling pranks on her, causing trouble but never harm. Truth be told, she would only pretend to be irritated with his acts. But oh how she longed for one of his games at this moment. There was not much that she could remember, there was a lot of time lost. She had lost countless years, she had no idea how many or what had happened. Her last memory was of a game of hide and seek between herself and Willow when they were young. Night had fallen and the rest was darkness in her mind. Until almost ten years ago. She awoke from her lost memories in a cage, not knowing how she had come to this point. Laughing voices, harsh words, spilled ale, prodding and pushing, shaking walls, those things were what awoke her from her loss of time. After years of trying to remember all she could recall was Willow and his comforting blue eyes.
 
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Sterling turned back to his dragon form. Florence climbed on his back, they didn't do this often he was hard to stay a hold of his frill on his neck but she stayed on well for the most part. She clenched her legs getting ready for him to take off. Sterling pushed off the ground flapping his wings powerfully to gain momentum. Florence let out an excited squeal when they reached the air. Sterling took off quickly his eyes scanning the forest for the horse.
 
Kaydar held his head low, breathing slow and steady, feeling the beat o his heart slow. Feeling the bloodlust leaving him. He sighed, looking up to see the last of the horses standing at the forest's edge, staring at him. Kaydar crouched low, letting his body shift back to his biped form, How strange the muscles felt, so thin and weak, how long since he had last been in this shape? He snarled to himself, since the morning that he had said goodbye to his Beloved. Without care he stripped the nearest Elf of his armor, donning the light leather with its copper plates. He picking up the hooded cloak of a Maid, throwing it over his shoulders to hide his tail and pulling the hood high to shield what was left of his ears. The claws he hid in the great, steel covered gauntlets that all of the knights wore, his own Ivory claws replacing the decorative metal spikes on the fingertips. He clicked his tongue and the horse bowed her head and came to him, whickering softly. He ruffled her mane, slipping into her saddle and leading her deeper into the wood. It was not long before he came upon a gathering of creatures, all centered around a cage on wheels. He stopped to look at them, disgust filling his eyes as he saw the small creature huddled within the cage.
 
Gardenia closed her eyes again and blocked out the voices around her. She grinned softly, thinking about the only person that had shown her kindness since she had Awoken. Keeper was what she knew him as, she did not know his true name. He could not speak, she did not know why, but the young Centaur had never spoken to her. He had always shown her kindness and that was far more meaningful than words. He looked after her, brought her meals, tended the wounds that the Elves inflicted, pulled her cage when the nomads were on the move. But it was quite obvious that he was not thought very much of. He was not treated much better than they treated her. But he had a glimpse of freedom, he was not under lock and key like she was. She sighed, the only way for her to survive her life was to take these trips within her mind. To go to another place.
 
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Gardenia closed her eyes again and blocked out the voices around her. She grinned softly, thinking about the only person that had shown her kindness since she had Awoken. Keeper was what she knew him as, she did not know his true name. He could not speak, she did not know why, but the young Centaur had never spoken to her. He had always shown her kindness and that was far more meaningful than words. He looked after her, brought her meals, tended the wounds that the Elves inflicted, pulled her cage when the nomads were on the move. But it was quite obvious that he was not thought very much of. He was not treated much better than they treated her. But he had a glimpse of freedom, he was not under lock and key like she was. She sighed, the only way for her to survive her life was to take these trips within her mind. To go to another place.
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Kaydar slipped down out of his saddle, taking his new mare by the reigns and walking her over to the cage. He shouldered the jeering creatures out of the way, the angry patrons gearing themselves up to take action but sidling away when they caught the look in his slitted green eyes. They made a shield around him, none coming within arms reach. Kaydar grasped the iron bars of the cage, his eyes softening as he saw the Pixie with her strange, glowing markings. "Lass..." His voice was soft and kind, barely more than a whisper. But it silenced all of the jeering and harsh words, forced the onlookers to turn their gaze towards him.
 
Wintent scanned the forest below before shouting, "I see him! He's heading for town!" She hollered. Sterling let out a deep growl from his chest. He began to descend towards the end of the forest. He closed his wings letting himself fall, he landed in a generally clear space but hit a few branches. He opened his wings right before he landed cushioning his fall. Wintent jumped off Sterling's back, Sterling transformed into his biped form and Wintent tossed him his clothes. He quickly dressed. He wore a cloak, large leather gloves, pants, shirt, and a large leather cap covering his ears. "What're we doing?" The horse should be coming down th....." he stopped seeing the horse shoot by. "He's heading into town hurry up!" He said and began running, Florence easily keeping pace with him. They entered entered town running hearing people shout as the horse cut through the crowds.
 

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