The cost of a Soul [Aestas x LisiusChase]
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				Title: <strong>The cost of a Soul [Aestas x LisiusChase]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 11:08:14</strong>
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				She loved the sky.. The empty expanse of it.&nbsp; The feel of the sun upon her face, silver hair whipping past, flicking against her lips and mouth.&nbsp; One gloved hand adjusting her goggles, sliding them slightly down her face so that they were no longer pressing against the tender flesh around her eye.&nbsp; Her other hand grasping one of the strange levers in front of her, pulling it out and pushing it forward slowly.&nbsp; The contraption belching out a noxious cloud of gas that seemed to surround her before she would sail through it.&nbsp; Coughing lightly, her hand whipping before her, the other holding the lever in place, keeping herself steady.<br><br>“Damn machine!”&nbsp; Growling as she would twist, checking one of the dials beside her right thigh.&nbsp; The coal she had been using to create the steam was nearly used up, not much more heat left in the last cinders before she would find herself plummeting.&nbsp; Gloved hands working the dials and nozzles expertly, trying to coax every bit of power from the machine.&nbsp; It was her baby.&nbsp; Her invention!&nbsp; Large leathery wings beat at the air to either side of her.&nbsp; The wingspan monstrous!&nbsp; Though it would need to be to keep such a clunky bit of metal in the air.&nbsp; The 'nose' was rounded, giving it some measure of aerodynamics, though she had not strayed far from the innovative designs of the time.&nbsp; Strange dials and boxes surrounding her, long arms and wires holding the wings in place, the grinding of gears and occasional belches as the engine would do its work..<br><br>“Come on baby.. Come on.. just a little bit farther..”&nbsp; She begged, she cajoled, sometimes she even demanded!&nbsp; This was the topper to a perfectly strange week.&nbsp; Her inexplicable illness.. Growing more and more tired.. Until it became hard to think.. More than once she had found herself on the doorstep of the local doctor.. Only to turn away at the last second.. Some strange impulse keeping her from stepping inside.&nbsp; Such strange impulses had ruled her life for as long as she could remember.&nbsp; Keeping her from getting too close to anyone..&nbsp; <br><br>And now..<br><br>She was restless.. Every day making it harder to sit still.. until she had to be traveling.. Every minute.&nbsp; Every hour!&nbsp; She had barely even landed to refuel.. Which was likely leading to her current dilemma.&nbsp; Short on fuel, and the worst part.. She was gliding over elfin lands.. Likely it would be near impossible to find a decent supplier of coal..&nbsp; Her brows furrowing, that soft moue of her mouth as she would glance downwards, her movement shifting her hand upon that lever, sending the entire machine into a slow spin, her hair falling upwards as she would find herself upside down.&nbsp; <br><br>From the seeming green forest of her 'sky' she would see the rise of gleaming towers.&nbsp; Mythril gleaming from the high spires.&nbsp; The forest rising around it until it seemed to be a mythical castle rising from an off-color cloud.&nbsp; “Damn..”&nbsp; If she could see the edge of a tower that large, it meant she was surely deep in elfin territory.. <br><br>The clunky beast giving off another belch of noxious gas.. The human girl coughing rather roughly as she would wave her hand before her face.&nbsp; “No.. please baby.. Please..”&nbsp; but it was too late, she was losing altitude.. Every moment dropping her farther, and farther.. Every beat of those massive wings coming slower.. and slower..&nbsp; “Please! Baby girl.. Please don't die on me..”&nbsp; But it was too late.. The beast sputtering as she would drift downward.. the slow angle becoming more steep with every passing second.. A scream followed by the sound of screeching metal.. A plume of acrid smoke rising into the sky, visible for miles in every direction.<br><br>The hard metallic shell was undamaged.&nbsp; Her cap laying some distance away.&nbsp; Silver curls falling around her face, smudged with black coal, hiding most of her features, her eyes behind dark goggles.&nbsp; That slender body draped, helpless, unconscious from the impact.&nbsp; The Beast, though whole in body, was utterly devastated at its most important juncture.&nbsp; One wing utterly ripped from its frame, laying yards back along the gouge its landing had left in its wake.&nbsp; Like a wound upon the delicate earth.&nbsp; The other wing crushed beneath the body of the wrecked bird..&nbsp; Weakly one hand would twitch, the unconscious girl whimpering softly.<br><br>“North.. I need..&nbsp; Must.. Cannot stop..”&nbsp; Mumbled words, near incoherent before she would fall silent, dead to everything but her feverish impulses, confined inside the dark recesses of her mind..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The cost of a Soul [Aestas x LisiusChase]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 07:27:54</strong>
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				“This city…”<br>A mumble uttered nearly inaudibly through the cool, midnight lips of a rather tall Drow male as he walked through the crowded streets of the Elvin capital empire.<br>“I hate coming here…”<br>Another complain sputtered from between his teeth, his temper ill at the high rising towers and spires constructed from the precious mythril metals found only in the mountains of Arrlwyn, land of the Elves. This Elf rarely set forth in the cities, finding it disgusting how materials where used to show compensation for what men had already stolen. <br><br>His name was Lenwë Celebrindal, and he was a Drow, outcast of his own kindred. Men had their differences between colors as did the ‘mighty’ Elves. Labeled as thieves and stalkers of the moon, Drow where looked upon as criminals and murderers, wielding dark magic to conjure up undead ghouls. However, none of these statements could hold true for this one. On a positive day anyone that knew him, which was a small number, would say he is Inventive, Sturdy and Idealistic. On the other hand, the minority that did know him just referred to him as cynical, grumpy, and reclusive. He scorned both Man, and his fellow Elf, seeing them as no more than ignorant and proud, claiming as much land as they could, and when more was wanted they would slaughter innocent people and take in the name of their gods. <br><br>Fools, that’s what he thought of nearly everyone. There was one person that understood Lenwë, but that man had long since been forgotten to history, having left nothing but his dwellings which where inherited by this dark character. Dressing to match his mood, Lenwë was clad in a black tunic with silver trim, a regal ruffle of white lace hugging his chest as it spilled over the collar of his top. His legs adorn in silky black material moved along the marble paved streets of Hymmdil, the place he only set forth to when he needed to restock his supplies.<br><br>He pushed forth, the need to replenish stocks his only motivation to be around the tall metallic white buildings, echoing with the same color as his hair. His hair was an off white, seemingly having a blue tint to it as it lay atop his head, well groomed and wavy, tucked back into a small ponytail. His skin was in direct contrast being as black as the moon’s territory, glistening lightly in the bright day as the rays echoed off the streets, the crowds of elves scavenging for good deals or needed surplus.<br><br>Crimson eyes turned to the heavens of the forgotten gods, whose names where nothing more than manifests of vile intent these days. He sighed as he saw the bellowing cloud of steam that was lofting off an obviously man made machine; noticing that it was beginning to head into a downward motion. “Great...” his melancholy tone sounded as his mind quickly made work of the trajectory and velocity of the apparently crashing apparatus, causing him to stop. Another female elf beside him turned only to notice the machine’s set collision course to the streets they where in before letting out a shriek as she sounded the population of the market into disarray.<br><br>Lenwë stood quiet, knowing that where he stood there was no possible way for the craft to land, watching as the pavement quickly made empty of people while the device broke the city limits, plummeting down until it connected with the earth that made it, sliding along the road in a torrent of debris and sparks. It slide slightly onto it’s side as it’s wing folded underneath like leaves and twigs of a falling tree, stopping just a few feet before the elf that stood lone in the street.<br><br>Waving his hand Lenwë coughed as his lungs filled with dust and smoke, his blood hued irises examining the fallen craft as he ventured closer to it, dropping the large satchel he had slung over his shoulder. “Is anyone in there?” He asked, watching as the lithe form of the apparently human woman squirmed, muttering nonsense from the womb of the vehicle as she started to rise.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The cost of a Soul [Aestas x LisiusChase]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 11:45:48</strong>
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				Everything was dark.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe.&nbsp; Smothering!&nbsp; She was smothering!&nbsp; Her hands flailing weakly at the air as she would begin to cough, collapsed lungs working to fill with air once more, her slender body trembling with every convulsion.&nbsp; Her eyes opening, everything around her was dark, tinted, as if night had fallen..&nbsp; It took her minutes to realize that she was still wearing her goggles, tinted to protect her from the rays of the sun, which had an unfortunate habit of blinding one whilst in flight.<br><br>The second thing to grasp her attention was the edge of the wing, the wires broken from it, laying in curled disarray, some seeming to knot around other parts of the massive body.&nbsp; Slender hands drawing beneath her, lifting herself up, she tried to crawl out of the belly of the beast, only to find that the strap around her waist was still firmly buckled.&nbsp; Little whimper as she would find the edge of the metal contraption, flipping it out, the movement letting the whole thing fall apart, at which point the little human would tumble out of the airship, falling in a unruly heap upon the ground.<br><br>She was slender, tiny, dirt smudges covering the delicate line of her jaw, discoloring the soft moue of her lips as she would look up at the dark man through the tinted goggles that hid the color of her eyes.&nbsp; She dressed roughly.&nbsp; Sturdy brown pants that ended at her knee, flaring slightly before drawing in just above the scuffed leather of her boots.&nbsp; Laced to just under her knee.&nbsp; A once-pristine cream colored shirt peaking out from under the darker brown of her vest.&nbsp; A scarf hiding the curve of her neck. On the whole she had a disheveled appearance, like a layman, or some other bottom rung manual laborer.. Certainly no one that an elf of his distinction would look at twice passing on the street.<br><br>A tiny grease smudged hand would lift, grasping the edge of the goggles and slowly pulling them upwards.&nbsp; In comparison to the rest of her face, the skin around her eyes was amazingly clean.&nbsp; Pale.&nbsp; Her lashes a faint silver color around those large blue eyes.&nbsp; So pale they might remind him of the color of ice. Though even that might fall second in his eyes to the scroll work of seemingly innocuous tattoos&nbsp; that wind from her left eye to the edge of her heart-shaped chin.&nbsp; A seeming masterwork of interlocking gears..&nbsp; Though closer examination might reveal that the metallic sheen was due to the fact that they were actual metal, mythril, in fact, carefully embedded into the skin..<br><br>“P-pardon me..”&nbsp; Her voice was soft, breathy.&nbsp; Looking up at him through those pale lashes, blinking, as though he was not quite in focus.&nbsp; “I think.. I think I may have crashed my bird..”&nbsp; Her entire body was trembling from the shock of it.&nbsp; Those soft lips smudged dark, parting softly as she tried to draw a slow breathe, though the effect was ruined by the soft hitch of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;The unruly hair would fall across her face as the goggles pulled free. Fat, dainty curls bouncing into place, nearly hiding her eyes for a moment.&nbsp; Distress clearly showing in her distraction.. However was she supposed to travel north, when she would likely be stuck there for months trying to find the replacement parts to get her baby in the air again..<br><br>And yet.. even that seemed somehow less demanding.&nbsp; It was as if she had entered the eye of the storm.&nbsp; The pull of it like a distant memory.&nbsp; She knew she had been traveling north, with great need.. Unidentifiable, though it may have been..&nbsp; Yet, at the moment, looking up into the crimson eyes of a complete stranger, she suddenly felt at ease, as if she were close enough to touch her destination.&nbsp; A soft smile touching the edges of her lips, relief, in that at least.
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