Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)
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				Title: <strong>Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunaris</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 05:47:18</strong>
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				(http://209.85.62.26/5941/107/upload/p7597621.jpg)<br><br><br>Arthfell Forest. This was a place visited by Tiavnesti many a time since she left the elven lands of Kyonin, began the life of an adventurer, and commited herself to the defense of The Green outside of her homelands. Much had happened here and her first memories made her smile and shake her head in mirth.<br><br>There she was, running through the forest to beat a rival gang of adventurers to a collection of relics in order to avoid imprisonment because of some confusion over a dagger with a very minor enchantment. But to those she traveled with, that little blade may as well have been an artifact of miraculous power.<br><br>Eventually, she parted ways with them and worked on her own to frighten off loggers from a different patch of this same forest. Again, she smiled. Perhaps it was mean, but the mischievous way she used her magical connection with nature to conjure up fogs and coax plants from the ground to confuse and snare the humans was always funny to her. Her gnomish friends back in Kyonin loved the tale and she enjoyed the telling.<br><br>But after that, things got grim. She could remember the first time she neared the town of Falcon's Hollow... How disgusted she was to see just how hurtful and ungrateful humankind could be towards the green world. They took without replenishing. Took without a care for those who lived in the shade of the countless trees they cut down. It was sad, but those humans brought their fate upon themselves.<br><br>Even though the fey that butchered so many of them in that sick, fake carnival were manipulated and corrupted, it was a stern lesson to those responsible for the devastation in Darkmoon Vale. But it saddened her to know that the fey...a people that considered her to one of their own had been tainted so...and that the humans could be so predatory upon the land as to inspire such acts of vengeance. She could remember meeting the fey leader and would never forget the sadness in her as she pleaded for help in stopping her people from murdering those loggers and further tainting themselves.<br><br>And now...the present day. After so many things occurred in this land, it was time to leave for a time. Kyonin called to her, as did the Guardians of the Green. She had much news to share with her organization and her heart needed to be immersed in that magical place. Funny thing, though... She always wound up taking detours.<br><br>This one was due to an encounter with savage lycanthropes that led to some unexpected company in the form of a strange, beautiful sorceress and her powerful bodyguard. Well aware that the the pair would land themselves into far more trouble while they were so deep into the forest, she offered to guide them through safely until they reached their destination. And it was during this journey that she came to feel a bit of fondness towards them both. More and more, she found herself tempted to take slower paths as they were not even a week away from their goal.<br><br>She hadn't of course...but with each passing hour, the urge grew stronger. She had to return to Kyonin and yet...they could not be brought into the elven lands. At least, not beyond Greengold. But...would they even be willing to venture so far just to spend more time with her?<br><br>It was strange. She loved and devoted herself more to nature than anything and was never lonely when surrounded by the green world. It was all she would ever need in life... right?<br><br>No. That was a lie. As intimate a relationship as she had with nature, she still needed companionship from others...still reminisced on those faces in her past. Though the needs were less strong in her than in most, she still had them.<br><br>None of it really showed, though. It was truly minor to her. Her face was a picture of serenity and contentment for as they walked in the forest, she was in the embrace of her first true love...nature itself.<br><br>Despite her native forests being far away, she looked to be perfectly at home in this one as she stood on the tips of her toes, and whispered to a tree that rose above her. It answered her by gently dropping its fruits into the palms of her slender hands. Gracious thanks left her pouty crimson lips in soothing and elegant Sylvan words and she gently brushed her fingers against the wood of its trunk for a moment.<br><br>Clad in a graceful, yet revealing white halter and open sarong and bathed in rays of sunlight that shone through the afternoon canopy, she nearly looked to be as the fey she was so close to. Her sheer garb did nothing to hide the soft and supple curves of her lithe, athletic figure. In truth, it only served to emphasize her rounded hips, pert breasts, and shapely bottom and legs as the light breeze around them all blew against her fabrics.<br><br>Exotic, bright white tattoos of patterns and plants both Elven and Varisian swirled and entangled themselves over her lower forearms to her hands...her neck down to her back and over her right hip, and from her lower shins to the tops of her petite feet. And the leg slits in her sarong revealed a birthmark in the shape of an elven flower low on her left hip.<br><br>Her hair was pulled up into a strange mess of silver and brown curls and streaks with the aid of tiny vines and a flower wreath and her feet were adorned with sandals that looked to have been made from leaves and strong roots.<br><br>Joyous eyes of a deep blue-green fell onto the pair when she turned and her step was nimble and graceful as she approached them with the fruits she'd gathered for a snack. Common left her lips this time as she spoke of the food, "You don't need to peel the skin off of these. They're actually more delicious and filling with it on. Here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 19:45:30</strong>
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				Delicate, slender fingers with carefully sharpened and trimmed nails reached from deep black sleeves, wide and airy, to pluck two of the fruits from the outstretched hands.&nbsp; The cowl lifted to reveal a pale, sharply defined face no less exotic than the one they looked up at; almond shaped eyes, slightly larger than one might expect, delicately upswept ears, an bright, intelligent eyes.&nbsp; There, however, all similarity ended.&nbsp; <br><br>This elven-blooded was also of distinctly Varisian stock, as her dark hair attested, but it was cut short, barely reaching the base of her neck, and swept casually, almost carelessly to one side.&nbsp; Her clothing was similar to the shapeless and basic utilitarian style worn by the cloistered warrior monks of other lands, but it was entirely in black, and the sheer volume of jewelery the young woman wore was indicative that her choice of a noble's color was not entirely unearned.&nbsp; <br><br>Silver studs with tiny rubies decorated her ears; not the lower cusp near the lobes, nor the stylish tragus piercings of the jaded sailors of the town she lived in, but the sensitive and undoubtedly painfully pierced tips of her ears.&nbsp; A torc of twisted gold held emeralds the size of her thumbnail in tripartite claws; a series of stout silver necklaces held held crystals and amulets in silver and quartz.&nbsp; She wore no less than six rings, each styled quite differently, from a simple tarnished silver band to an ornate signet ring of gold, with a variety of silver, sapphire, and even electrum and diamond between.&nbsp; Charm bracelets of gold decorated her upper arm on one side, while&nbsp; a half-dozen simple silver hoops hung from the opposite wrist.&nbsp; She had removed the chime-anklets, so as to walk somewhat more quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite her well off appearance and clearly noble background, Teahuaxau - simply Tea, to her fellow travelers - was soft spoken, polite, and strangely humble, as though she actually had practiced the monastic beliefs of the order whose clothing she sported.&nbsp; She did not; while she had taken up an appropriately militant stance when the shape-shifters had first attacked, it had been followed by a horrific and devastating series of spells that had rendered the monsters drooling idiots, unconscious victims, and raving lunatics.&nbsp; Staying in her contrary nature, she made no complaints about performing tedious chores or simple day to day necessities that traveling in the deeps of the forest required, which made her unusual for any sorcerously inclined soul.&nbsp; Even her lilting accent was Elven in nature, rather than Varisian despite her clearly human-make jewelery and clothing.<br><br>But it was her eyes that truly gave her away.&nbsp; They were bright, a misty sort of light blue that hinted at cold mornings and wisps of cloud.&nbsp; They held secrets, deep secrets, and never lingered longer than absolutely necessary on the face of their guide, though she made no effort to stop them from exploring the delicately dressed form and the graceful art that decorated her body.&nbsp; Every few hours, almost as ritual, she would cover her eyes with one hand and whisper soft words only just lightly traced with power, at though to protect them from sights not meant to be seen.&nbsp; Tea sighed, for despite the beauty of their guide, and the distinct pleasure she took in their company, she feared that their guide would be appalled to discover the eyes that lay behind the simple illusion that hid them.&nbsp; For the same reason she had never undressed entirely before their guide, keeping at the very least a loose loincloth and a bandeau on to hide her own birthmark and what her tainted blood had given her.&nbsp; <br><br>And yet....<br><br>Despite Tea's ruthlessness in combat and her clear dislike of conversation that could turn towards the nature of the blood that granted her mystical power, the beautiful druid Tia had warmed to her.&nbsp; As she ate sparingly of the sweet fruit, she could not help but let her eyes linger on the grateful creature that walked before her.&nbsp; She was careful not to let her interest grow beyond admiration....but it wanted to.&nbsp; She wanted to.&nbsp; Tia would occasionally look down various forest paths, as though debating on which road to take, though it was a habit she picked up as they neared civilization, rather than when they had been far from it.&nbsp; <br><br>Tea finished the first fruit and pocketed the other, unable to tolerate too much of the potent sugars.&nbsp; There were sweet things to be had in plenty, but there would be no way to indulge her desires.&nbsp; And she found, for once, she did not want to.&nbsp; The sorceress had once told her friend - a man more just and more kind than any paladin had ever claimed to be - that the only way she could ever obtain the pleasures that others indulged in so recklessly and desperately between the sheets could only be through rape.&nbsp; Whether it was by her or against her, it was most likely the only way it would happen.&nbsp; <br><br>But she was finding more and more, as they traveled these green ways, that she wanted something else.&nbsp; And she knew, without a doubt, that it was impossible.&nbsp; Except she didn't know that.&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; But she COULD know that.&nbsp; It would be such a little thing, to cast a charm that would reveal the thoughts of her companions to her.&nbsp; And it would not be a betrayal, per se; the shapely druid had made no bones about letting her feelings and thoughts show quite boldly.&nbsp; Perhaps a touch too boldly, sometimes, Tea felt.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued her silent debate as the trio continued in the woods, lost in thought and finding herself hating her own twisted nature more and more....for there were not two sources of her blood, but three.&nbsp; Elven, Human....and <em>Other</em>.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neophyte</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:27:36</strong>
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				The arrival of a female she hadn't known made her a bit off, but that wasn't unusual for her, because as a warrior herself she was used to things changing randomly. She was rather fluid both inside and outside of the battlefield, making her a valuable assets for many things. The woman looked up at the druid who offered them food and raised her hand in against it, not out of spite or anger, but out of the fact that she enjoyed red meat more then roughage. One couldn't tell that the background of her life was one of strife and horrible wars that usually ended in more then one of her family member dead and gone...but that was the way of the dragon blooded. She was used to being hunted, because not only was her blood that of a dragon kin, but she also had a slight magical quality to herself.<br><br>It was the dragons blood that gave her her berserker powers. She just needed to bite her tounge and her fighting prowess multiplied ten-fold, making her a very powerful fighter indeed. Being of draconian origin didn't seem to alter her appearance at all. She looked like a rather tall female, with darkened bronze skin and almond eyes that had a core of golden green. Her eyes weren't the only strange thing about her, for when she did berserk, her eyes took on a serpent quality, making it rather easy for her to see at night as well as she could during the day. This made her a very dangerous enemy during the night as well. Few stood between her and whatever it was she was after.<br><br>She walked with the other two females as her eyes scanned the green trees, her hands reaching out and touching them. She always loved nature and felt something close to it, not knowing what. It could have been her dragon blood or it could have been that she grew up in an amazon camp, taught to fight and hunt like a true warrior. Many things could have made that happen, but she just loved the way the leaves fell over her face when she watched the ocean of green swallow her up. The way the grass and dirt tickled her skin as she lay down and watch the white clouds blotch the sky, and she hated the way people could just destroy this forest in an attempt to gain money.<br><br>In her eyes money was evil...the only green she hated with a passion. She had been sent with the magic-user to make sure she wasn't hurt in this forest, because demons and evil men had been known to travel here, raping and killing anything they came across. As Azdela walked with the other two females, she wondered when she could get a chance to defend them. For that seemed like a rather good spot of fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunaris</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:16:22</strong>
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				"Your eyes wander." Tiavanesti stated to the sorceress with a calm smile. "They have many a time." After taking a bite of her own fruit, she extended her free hand to present her markings to Tea . "Do you recognize any of these patterns?" Her smile was touched with mirth, "They were originally the same color as mine eyes. But in my travels, I met a most curious tattoo artist." She looked over at Azdela, "She was taller than yourself, and a gladiator...as well a woman of orc and human birth." <br><br>Her gentle gaze fell back onto Tea. "She added more patterns -like these on my neck- and traced them all with a brilliant white dye. I didn't really believe in the idea at first, but after we'd adventured together for some time, I trusted her enough to try it. The results truly surprised me. So many think those descended from orc-and-other unions to be savages. I'll even admit to believing it too, having spent many of my early years amongst my elven kin. Sometimes, it's wonderful to be wrong, wouldn't you agree?"<br><br>They had to agree. She sensed things about the pair she traveled with... And while she could not pin them down just yet, she knew that they were more than they appeared. Instead of making her wary of them however, it only made her more and more curious over time. She wondered if she would find answers before they reached their goal.<br><br>She almost laughed at herself when Adzela declined the fruit. Of course she did as she always had. "I know I say this all the time... But you're missing out, dear warrior." A mischievous grin touched her lips. "One day, when you're asleep, you're going to taste something delicious and finally understand."<br><br>Once she was finished with her own fruit, she cast a quick water orison to clean her hands, then offered the same to the others before she turned to move onward. Though they not see her face, there was a very tiny hint of disappointment in her voice when she spoke. "We're but four days away now... It's gone by quickly, hasn't it? Just like I said it would, of course...still. I've enjoyed the trip for what it's worth. Part of me doesn't want it to end."<br><br>The sadness in her expression was quickly banished away when she turned to face the pair again. "What will you be doing once we've made our exit from Arthfell?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 08:54:27</strong>
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				Tea listened to the strange tale of Tia's tattoos, and hesitated.&nbsp; Had the druid seen past the illusion?&nbsp; Did she see Tea's eyes as they truly were, and not as the simple, plain eyes she was meant to see?&nbsp; The implication was both frightening and exhilarating.&nbsp; <br><br>But the nagging doubt at the back of her mind claimed it was not possible that the lovely creature had pierced the illusion, no matter how simple it was.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes flicked over to the warrior as Tia teased Azdela gently.&nbsp; The nature of the teasing was a little odd - considering the culture the berserker came from, it might even be considered an offer of sorts.&nbsp; Tea accepted the cleansing with water and rubbed a bit of the water on her lips in an obscure gesture of some sort.&nbsp; As they walked, Tea found her eyes wandering again, damnably.<br><br>Being proven right about the young half-elf's desire to keep them as companions for a little longer did not make things any easier.&nbsp; Tea had never really been one to be admired, only respected and largely feared.&nbsp; She was too well known in the towns she traveled in to be someone to desire in any way on one's doorstep.&nbsp; "I am an employee of the Golden Goblin.&nbsp; I manage their....personnel and ensure that other people do not try to take advantage of my patron's largess."&nbsp; She was, essentially, the manager and the master's enforcer, making sure that his loans were paid back in a timely manner, lest she ensure the loans interest be taken out in karmic debt and curses. <br><br>She looked into the half-elven eyes, beautiful eyes of aquamarine, the terrifying thought that the druid could see her true eyes nagged at her, and that instant of doubt, and the eyes on hers, broke the tiny illusion wide open.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed to split, dissolve, reform; not one iris of soft, icy blue surrounding a dark pupil but no less than five, of different sizes.&nbsp; And that was in one eye - the other had four.&nbsp; Each pupil was surrounded by it's own iris, though they blended into one another, as though they were ink spattered across white paper.&nbsp; Tea tensed, feeling the illusion dissipate, and held her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>she was pragmatic enough to kill if she had to, but the young druid was powerful, and canny, and these were her places.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tea did like her, admired her; even, perhaps desired her.&nbsp; but if the druid tried to kill her, she would show no mercy.&nbsp; Teahuaxau may have hated the blood that made her what she was, but life was hers and she would not give it up without a fight, ever.&nbsp; "You see my eyes for what they truley are, do you not?" she asked quietly, to break the silence.&nbsp; Her voice shook a little.&nbsp; This was a dangerous thing, but she owed the druid her life, and would not break that debt by trying to take it.&nbsp; Despite her blood, she was not a betrayer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Anathema and Allure: Forbidden Love (Mnemaxa, The Neophyte, and Lunaris)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunaris</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 06:11:02</strong>
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				In a surprise to herself, the druid found that her gaze lingered on Tia's lips for a brief moment before they moved on. And even as she moved, the image stayed in her mind's eye. <em>Why am I thinking about that?</em> she wondered before the welcome distraction of the sorceress' voice brought her back into the forest.<br><br>Tiavanesti tilted her head slightly as she listened to Tea's explanation of her work. Though it sounded rather small to her, she kept that opinion to herself and instead asked, "Do you find it fulfilling?" <br><br>What she saw after asking that question completely surprised her and she did a double take before blinking to see if her vision was off. When it was clear that it wasn't, she murmured, "Your eyes..." then looked on with a mixture of concern, wonder, fear, and unease. "Are you...alright?" Though it wasn't intentional, the sudden unexpected sight led to her subconsciously stepping back.<br><br>The question that followed from the sorceress churned in her mind for a long moment before she was finally able to get over the shock and ask with a faint mingling of curiosity and suspicion of something that seemed quite unnatural. "What...are you?" <br><br>While she was able to supress her instinct's screaming to take up arms in self-defense, she did not want to appear threatening and hoped that the sorceress and her bodyguard weren't planning to assault her. Though she tensed, she made no sudden moves and kept her hands lowered...even as she mentally ran through a list of spells that could see her safe should things go badly.
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