~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

[HoodedHuntress]

Yael looked over at the girl before replying. "He was ten years my senior, but when you love someone it doesn't really matter. He was not an easy man to love but it didn't stop me. If you find someone like that never let them go, no matter what. Some Dust like I used too see love as a weakness but I have learned better. It makes you stronger and weaker but fuller because of it and it is worth anything in the world." She told her as she remembered how he had held her for the last time even as he laid dying. Even then he had been trying to protect her. She was unlikely to ever find a man like him again in this life, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Erin's eyes slowly filled with tear drops, as a silent tear rolled down her face. She was new out in the wild, and she knew that, but her life before involved little to no hardships. Now she was faced and shown hundreds of them, and she was confused and didn't know what to do. She solemnly but sincerely whispered "I'm so sorry Yael."

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Oh, sure )
"An attack? On all the others?" Lunarum was intrigued.

Horiana nodded, replying "With assist from the Dsut. I am forming my guard for the war." She thought for a second, and asked the young girl "Would you like to be placed in the Queen's Guard?"

 

[HoodedHuntress]

@CP Chicken I'll make a charrie for you to RP with. I'm really sorry.)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(gotcha. Want Xyla to stay at home...or take a walk...or something else? Or will you make another post?)

(Will post again. Being lazy and posting in blurbs. Roleplaying is kinda hard- writing and keeping them together at the same time. But also easy, because I get to 'tell' stuff and use -ly words.... also, we need to use the chat thread. I know I blew it up, but I need to brainstorm, else I can't keep the story moving. Gotta have a goal and a reason to live all that jazz.)

He stood there in his room as the door closed. Staring through the cracks, he laid his head on the boards and breathed. "Par for the course, Dad." Neo said under his breath. His eyes turned to the chaotic room and frowned. 'Pack your things' Dad had said. Like it would be a simple thing.

He kicked the doorframe, sucking through his teeth when it hit. Why couldn't he stand up for himself? He could have told him about the girl. Interrupted as his father had. He shook his head as he rested it against the boards. He had to tell him sometime between now and dinner. So, naturally, he would procrastinate.

Hours later, patches of floor were now visible. Stacks of things around the room. It was quite fun, actually. Finding lost things, having imaginary arguments with his father (all of which he won), and the nostalgia that the lost things brought.

Then, as he shoved a pile of wooden trinkets into a corner, he blinked. A small, wooden box popped out from under the pile. He felt a lump rise in his throat. The box his mother had given him. 'Do not open' warned the intricate lettering on the lid. He smiled. So far he hadn't. Opened it, that is. He had obeyed the message almost religiously, worrying his mother had trusted him to guard some kind of Pandora's box. Even tying it closed at some point in time.

He took out a knife and cut the rope around the box, strand by strand. The lock. He smirked. There was a key in here. Somewhere. Shrugging, he reached under his bed for a small wire. Lock picking. Just another thing he had learned to impress the girls. Of course, it had failed up until this point, but that didn't matter right now. He stuck the wire into the lock and started jiggling it.

After a frustrating fifteen minutes, there finally came a satisfying click. Neo breathed a sigh of relief and tossed the wire aside. Slowly, carefully, he pulled on the lid. At first, it seemed stuck. He pulled harder. The box flew open. A flash of emerald light, and a shock ran up his hand. He flew back, and the something clattered to the ground. Neo scrambled to his feet, and the world blackened for a moment as the blood rushed from his head.

The thing lay on the floor, about the size and shape of a spearhead. It pulsated green light.

He swallowed hard, his entire body tense. It couldn't be, but yet it was. A crystal shard. He rubbed the spot where it had shocked his hand. Why would his mother give this to him? A sacred relic in the hands of someone like him? Most importantly, how had it gotten out of the tree hollow where it belonged? This was most definitely illegal.

The angel gathered up the last of his nerves and bent toward the glowing object. He pawed at it. No shock. No burst of light. Just a docile shard of emerald.

This day was just screwed up in the head. First he had saved the cat-hunter who actually let him kiss her, next to come home to find he was being shipped off to who-knows-where. Then unlock a crystal shard from his late mother? Yep. It was time to go back to bed and try another day. Give up o'clock. Stress everywhere.

Then came footsteps. He scrambled to put the shard back into its box, and wheeled around in time to find a girl leaned on the doorway.

Akala crossed her arms and smirked. "Hey, princy. Thought I'd check up on your little date with destiny." She said.
Neo clutched the box, heart beating faster. "W-what?"
She glanced around the room and curled her lip as she picked her way through the piles toward him. "Your dad, stupid. Did he kick you out or what?"
He breathed. So she hadn't seen it after all. "Get out." He growled.
"So you did get in trouble." Akala snickered, then glanced over his shoulder at the box. "Hey, what's that?"
"Nothing."
"I want to see-"
He clutched it and turned away, "Don't you have something better to do?"
"Like what?" She huffed, still reaching for the box.
He grabbed her hand, glaring at her, "Like... go tell my dad we're going to have guest for dinner tonight."
Akala yanked her hand free and backed away, miffed. "Why didn't you tell him?" She shot, crossing her arms again.
He made an exaggerated motion to room, "He's kicking me out. I can't get a word in edgewise with him."
"So you admit it. But I guess I'll take the message... if you show me that box."
He fixed his jaw. He wasn't sure who was more impossible, her or his own father "No." Neo said, and headed for the door, the box firm in his grip.
"Oh, come on! I just wanna peek." Akala whined as she followed after him.
"No!" He grabbed the door and slammed it behind him. He heard the thud, then her curse, and grinned. Small victories.

That evening, he flew toward the boarder to pick up Xyla.

(Sorry for the long post. Here is a potato.)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(Er... was it okay what I did? With the crystal?)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Er... was it okay what I did? With the crystal?)

(Should be fine...let's quote each other on the chat thread when we need to brainstorm.)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Will post again. Being lazy and posting in blurbs. Roleplaying is kinda hard- writing and keeping them together at the same time. But also easy, because I get to 'tell' stuff and use -ly words.... also, we need to use the chat thread. I know I blew it up, but I need to brainstorm, else I can't keep the story moving. Gotta have a goal and a reason to live all that jazz.)

He stood there in his room as the door closed. Staring through the cracks, he laid his head on the boards and breathed. "Par for the course, Dad." Neo said under his breath. His eyes turned to the chaotic room and frowned. 'Pack your things' Dad had said. Like it would be a simple thing.

He kicked the doorframe, sucking through his teeth when it hit. Why couldn't he stand up for himself? He could have told him about the girl. Interrupted as his father had. He shook his head as he rested it against the boards. He had to tell him sometime between now and dinner. So, naturally, he would procrastinate.

Hours later, patches of floor were now visible. Stacks of things around the room. It was quite fun, actually. Finding lost things, having imaginary arguments with his father (all of which he won), and the nostalgia that the lost things brought.

Then, as he shoved a pile of wooden trinkets into a corner, he blinked. A small, wooden box popped out from under the pile. He felt a lump rise in his throat. The box his mother had given him. 'Do not open' warned the intricate lettering on the lid. He smiled. So far he hadn't. Opened it, that is. He had obeyed the message almost religiously, worrying his mother had trusted him to guard some kind of Pandora's box. Even tying it closed at some point in time.

He took out a knife and cut the rope around the box, strand by strand. The lock. He smirked. There was a key in here. Somewhere. Shrugging, he reached under his bed for a small wire. Lock picking. Just another thing he had learned to impress the girls. Of course, it had failed up until this point, but that didn't matter right now. He stuck the wire into the lock and started jiggling it.

After a frustrating fifteen minutes, there finally came a satisfying click. Neo breathed a sigh of relief and tossed the wire aside. Slowly, carefully, he pulled on the lid. At first, it seemed stuck. He pulled harder. The box flew open. A flash of emerald light, and a shock ran up his hand. He flew back, and the something clattered to the ground. Neo scrambled to his feet, and the world blackened for a moment as the blood rushed from his head.

The thing lay on the floor, about the size and shape of a spearhead. It pulsated green light.

He swallowed hard, his entire body tense. It couldn't be, but yet it was. A crystal shard. He rubbed the spot where it had shocked his hand. Why would his mother give this to him? A sacred relic in the hands of someone like him? Most importantly, how had it gotten out of the tree hollow where it belonged? This was most definitely illegal.

The angel gathered up the last of his nerves and bent toward the glowing object. He pawed at it. No shock. No burst of light. Just a docile shard of emerald.

This day was just screwed up in the head. First he had saved the cat-hunter who actually let him kiss her, next to come home to find he was being shipped off to who-knows-where. Then unlock a crystal shard from his late mother? Yep. It was time to go back to bed and try another day. Give up o'clock. Stress everywhere.

Then came footsteps. He scrambled to put the shard back into its box, and wheeled around in time to find a girl leaned on the doorway.

Akala crossed her arms and smirked. "Hey, princy. Thought I'd check up on your little date with destiny." She said.
Neo clutched the box, heart beating faster. "W-what?"
She glanced around the room and curled her lip as she picked her way through the piles toward him. "Your dad, stupid. Did he kick you out or what?"
He breathed. So she hadn't seen it after all. "Get out." He growled.
"So you did get in trouble." Akala snickered, then glanced over his shoulder at the box. "Hey, what's that?"
"Nothing."
"I want to see-"
He clutched it and turned away, "Don't you have something better to do?"
"Like what?" She huffed, still reaching for the box.
He grabbed her hand, glaring at her, "Like... go tell my dad we're going to have guest for dinner tonight."
Akala yanked her hand free and backed away, miffed. "Why didn't you tell him?" She shot, crossing her arms again.
He made an exaggerated motion to room, "He's kicking me out. I can't get a word in edgewise with him."
"So you admit it. But I guess I'll take the message... if you show me that box."
He fixed his jaw. He wasn't sure who was more impossible, her or his own father "No." Neo said, and headed for the door, the box firm in his grip.
"Oh, come on! I just wanna peek." Akala whined as she followed after him.
"No!" He grabbed the door and slammed it behind him. He heard the thud, then her curse, and grinned. Small victories.

That evening, he flew toward the boarder to pick up Xyla.

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Xyla, who had been sleeping the majority of the period that Neo had returned to his village and was doing who knows what, had been outside, tending to the panther skin that had been formerly hanging on the tree.

The first half or hour or so she had soaked and cleaned the skin, letting the blood and whatever else was on the inside of it wash off. When the first part of the process was complete, she abandoned the skin on a tree branch, letting it dry out.

WIth a soft sigh, she looked around at the forest she loved. The insects seemed to sung for her, an orchestra of chirps and whistles, backed up by the occasional parrot or frog call. It was an amphitheater, only completely green, and made up of trees. Her mind wandered off, in what one would consider a daze, as she thought of Neo once again. Who was he? What did he do for a living? Why did she want to touch his long hair so much? Arrgh, she was a mess. Always getting distracted.

Retruning to her work, she took the skin and retireved a knife from her small hut, before she began slitting the panther's skin, as any skilled tailor would, in order to forge herslef a new piece of apparel. She wove her knife between the fabrics of the panther's skin, snapping them to create holes for her head, arms, and legs, and a few more cuts here and there for style.

After about half an our of working, Xyla found herself in front of the small pond, looking at her reflection, smiling proudly at her work. A beautiful, sleek, all black, dress/cloak adorned her, and she loved it. With a tired sigh, she looked up at the setting sun, thinking of Neo again. Would he come?

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(I feel you, Xyla. I, too, am a mess. I just thought I would mention that tanning takes a while. You gotta salt it, soak it for a week, and then brush some soft tan on it and let dry. Don't bother changing it, though. I like the coat dress. )

Neo flitted between the tree trunks, a flash of cobalt amongst the green. He wondered if, now that she'd had a chance to think things over, if she really wanted to come after all. Just the thought of her brought back the butterflies in his stomach. The stupid smile returned, but then disappeared again. The trainers were coming to pick him up in the morning. Would he get to see her again? Surely he couldn't ask her to pick up and leave home.

He touched the box, now tied to his belt. What if she asked about it? Or the trainers? What if they tried to take it? He shook his head. Only time would tell.

Then he spotted her hut and came in for a landing. She waited outside, the cat that had assaulted her now graced her shoulders as a cloak. His heels dug into the dirt, and he fell to one knee. Pay attention, stupid! He chided himself. When he lifted his eyes to her, her eyes sparked in the evening light.

His eyes smiled, "Hey, Kitty."

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(I feel you, Xyla. I, too, am a mess. I just thought I would mention that tanning takes a while. You gotta salt it, soak it for a week, and then brush some soft tan on it and let dry. Don't bother changing it, though. I like the coat dress. )

Neo flitted between the tree trunks, a flash of cobalt amongst the green. He wondered if, now that she'd had a chance to think things over, if she really wanted to come after all. Just the thought of her brought back the butterflies in his stomach. The stupid smile returned, but then disappeared again. The trainers were coming to pick him up in the morning. Would he get to see her again? Surely he couldn't ask her to pick up and leave home.

He touched the box, now tied to his belt. What if she asked about it? Or the trainers? What if they tried to take it? He shook his head. Only time would tell.

Then he spotted her hut and came in for a landing. She waited outside, the cat that had assaulted her now graced her shoulders as a cloak. His heels dug into the dirt, and he fell to one knee. Pay attention, stupid! He chided himself. When he lifted his eyes to her, her eyes sparked in the evening light.

His eyes smiled, "Hey, Kitty."

(Oops, sorrrrry.)
Xyla turned around and smiled at him, clearly joyed to see Neo again. She giggled at his nickname for her, which she quiet enjoyed, before responding with a shy "Hey." She eagerly walked over to him, waiting to go. She somehow felt something had gone wrong. She would let him explain freely if he would begin, but if not she would ask about it.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(Oops, sorrrrry.)
Xyla turned around and smiled at him, clearly joyed to see Neo again. She giggled at his nickname for her, which she quiet enjoyed, before responding with a shy "Hey." She eagerly walked over to him, waiting to go. She somehow felt something had gone wrong. She would let him explain freely if he would begin, but if not she would ask about it.

(Is angry. Extreme angers. Will hunt you down and throw your mashed potatoes up against the wall.)