Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]
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				Title: <strong>Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 06:25:51</strong>
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				Kitaunia stood on the stone precipice, wind whipping though her hair to unravel the curls from the loose coif that it had been pulled up into earlier that morning. As she watched the waves lapped at the pale sand the stretched over the shore she couldn't help but reflect on that which brought her to the ledge which she now stood.<br><br>She'd never known her parents in the sense of mother and father, but was sure that she'd seen them before and that they'd loved her. From the moment she'd drawn breath outside the womb her life had been determined for her, her reddened hair and pale skin bringing a mixing reaction of joy and sorrow among the people. Joyous was always the reaction to a healthy birth, but she was marked as tribute which deemed that in eighteen years time she was to be given as sacrifice to the mountain. Her fating being locked she was taken from her family to be raised by Guardian Abban, a mere eighteen year old notice. He proved his worth in raising her, a nameless wet nurse helping him the first year of her life and then leaving Abban to teach the young child. <br><br>Kitaunia, or Nia as she was called, learned quickly and was unlike the other girls in the section of the forest the tributes lived. She had a kind soul and wasn't afraid to help others, often leaving the forest with Abban in order to play with and watch the little ones. This of course set her to ridicule and worse in the eyes of her fellow tributes, the girl often speaking to her with thin veiled insults and pulling at her unsheared hair with cruel humor in their eyes when Abban's back was turned. Though however heartless those girls were, that cruelty was made up for by the love of the other villagers. By the time her day of Giving had come, all the people had come to offering their respects and thanks with a sincerity and sorrow which had never been felt in their community.<br><br>Abban had helped her dress before leaving their hut, tears beading in the mans eyes but his face ever stoic as he pinned and tied her garments with an almost feminine grace. He'd worked hard to prepare her for this day, reflecting on the years of her growth as he wrapped the tight wove netting around her figure in a way to assure grave and free movement for their trek. Shells and sea glass beaded the beautiful blue material, carefully placed bunches of them hiding her most effeminate parts for modesty's sake. He'd been stringing shells into her hair when she'd caught his tears and rested a palm on his cheek, smiling in a soft way that she'd seen surprised him.<br><br>"No need for tears Abban, today is a happy day! You've done you're job well and I'll be able to fulfill my role to keep all of you safe for another year!" He'd said nothing, but turned beck to his work in silence with the exception of a few sniffles that she'd made sure to pretend hadn't happened. When he'd walked with her out of the hut the path had been lined with the member of the village, every other person seeming to have some gift for her - a necklace of shells, a pouring of rain water to purify her feet, or some trinket to pin to the netted dress clinging to her curves. The children even had a group gift for her, a 'crown' woven from hibiscus flowers and palm grass. The flowers had been wilting and the grass turned dark and brittle, but she wore it with pride as the little ones placed it cockeyed on the crown of her head. It was for them that she felt close to weeping, waving as they at cried out that they couldn't wait for her return as they were too young to understand that The Giving meant ones death for the safety of the people.<br><br>The Giving was a tradition among her people that stretched back longer than anyone could remember, legend that stating that hundreds of years ago the King of the Mountain had set siege on the people, demanded a sacrifice every teen years or else the mountain would burst forth and seal their doom. He set a curse to mark the tributes from birth and ever since they'd followed his demands even as frightening reality faded into strictly followed legend, painting the king as a bestial monster of flame and brimstone. And everything had ran smoothly since - at least until the past year. The peace had been broken as for no reason the earth would shake and the mountain would growl its displeasure, small streams of molten lava would trickle forth and destroy homes and crops. So far they'd been lucky enough to avoid and fatalities, but as the eruption grew stronger they began to wonder why they were being punished. Some said it was because the last tribute was weak, having had to be carried to the summit. Others said that is was out of eagerness for Nia's heart, she being the first kind tribute they'd seen in many ages. Whatever the reason, it was obvious to her that she needed to be enough for the mountain, lest her people pay the price.<br><br>All of this is what brought her to where she stood, the vent from the mountain a mere few steps from where she stood, her home stretched out before her in the most beautiful view she'd ever seen - a view she was proud to call her last. Abban's heavy hand brought her back to the present, the tenor of his voice thick with unshed emotion. <br><br>"Nia, it is time. I know I don't have to make sure you fulfill your destiny." He was right, where some girls beg and pleaded to live, having to be thrown into the mountain's hull, she accepted what was needed of her. There were no words as she gave him a tight hug, that embrace conveying every bit of love and gratitude that she didn't have time to verbalize before she release him and ran towards the faintly wafting steam, knees bend to spring her forward as her toes touched the edge to send her sailing into the opening as if she had wings. As she plummeted she felt her consciousness drift from her with the relief that this should secure her homes safety for another decade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 07:35:47</strong>
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				Today marked the day for him, when the king of the mountain would take another girl for his harem. It had been tradition dictated by the Warlord Ignis for centuries, King of the mountain, the Unconquered flame, Supreme General of the realm of the fey, the Emperor of the city of brass. He was known as a great and powerful creature that had no equal in battle or politics, truly no man, woman, or beast mortal or fey had bested him since time in the first world, the realm of the Fey, had began. <br><br>He took these many women to his bed, using them for hours, even days at a time without rest till they were so exhausted and vulnerable that the heat and air killed them. The warlord watched them die many times without a care, the only purpose they served were as his personal whores. Occasionally they would bare him a child but it was always the same in the end, the first worlds hostile environment would kill them and their remains would burn away into ash.<br><br>The King of the mountain now stood at the gateway, an archway standing in the center of a room and carved from the blackest obsidian and inlaid with gold. Each side had the bestial visage of the king as molten lava dripped from each carving and flowed freely into the circle around the gateway. In the distance was the endless expanse of a massive city where creatures like he lived. It was a fortress and a city which expanded beyond the horizon in every direction and above them was the burning orange sky that was brighter then the sun of the mortal realm. <br><br>However the man that stood there was not the frightful terror that had been known as the Unconquered flame. That man had died, destroyed by his own power while besieged by assassin's. Leaving his vast empire to his many children, though now it was ruled, reluctantly, by his eldest son and the only child he ever had that was from full fey blood. Instead a much younger and less known man stood there, the first son of the Unconquered flame. He was the new King of the mountain, the new Emperor of the city of brass, and the new Supreme general. The visage of a bestial terror of unimaginable power was replaced by this cute young man. <br><br>He stood as tall as a normal human with long red hair, as dark as the magma that flowed freely around the gateway and free flowing as the wind. His eyes were as black as coal but they had a softness to them, betraying his kind nature and his keen mind. His skin was the color of fire, forever lit and burning. He stood in the traditional clothing his father wore for these meetings, as much as he despised the garb of a simple loin cloth and the gold and ebony crown upon his head. He didn't have the body for it, where his father was a muscular man of untapped power this young man seemed skinny and almost weak at a glance though a closer look betrayed his body as more lean then weak. <br><br><em>"I will never be like you, father. If I must make her part of my court then she will live as a citizen, not one of your whores."</em> he thought silently as the gateway opened, letting the alien environment of the first world bleed into the mortal realm. Then he saw her falling through the air to land gracefully on the golden floor. Like all mortals he knew she would be choking and clawing at her own flesh as her lungs were filled with the burning poisonous gases that made up his realms air. He only had a moment before the damage became permanent. He took a step forward quickly and slipped a small gold and silver band over her right wrist, a simple magic item that would protect her from the unearthly heat and allow her to breath in this world. He smiled then, looking at her face as the band began to work its magic, a magic he had engineered in preparation for this moment. <br><br>He waited just a few moments while looking into her eyes, his lips always curled into that smile before they parted and his gentle voice filled the air. "Greetings my lady, I am the king of the mountain and I bid you welcome to my home, the city of brass."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 22:15:37</strong>
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				As her descent slowed to a near float and her consciousness held on as much as the noxious fumes allowed, her minded race to try and understand what was going on. Since she was old enough to listen and learn she'd been told about what was to happen this day; that by throwing her mortal coil into the flame of the mountain her soul would be freed and taken into the mountain as tribute and keep her village protected for ten years time. By all means should should have fainted by now, but even with the dizziness and the spots in her vision the blissful darkness seemed unwilling to envelop her. The intense heat seemed to blacken the blue of her adornments, shells and sea glass going brittle and dissolving into nothingness around her.<br><br>All this, however, went unnoticed by her as she struggled to breath as the fresh air was quickly overtaken by fumes. She felt as if she was drowning on air, the poisonous vapors filling her body with relentless pain. She was so overtaken by the time her feet found themselves to she did not notice the other presence until the band placed to circle her wrist cleared her lungs and eyes to reveal the lean young man before her speaking in quiet, kindly tones. <br><br>The legends of her people had painted a very different image of the soft spoken being before her, her eyes focusing on the warm coal that was his own before taking a step back. To anyone watching it would have been deemed an act of fear, but her expression was more confused and curious than frightened. Her posture was slightly guarded, arms hugged against her chest as her eyes ran over his figure. The king of the mountain was supposed to be a terror-some beast of flame and brimstone - a cruel monster that was supposed to devour her soul in exchange for her people continued safety. But this being...this man seemed far from her people fears. Sure his skin and eyes told of his heritage, but his eyes had a gentleness that betrayed his attire. With a humbled and careful tone she spoke, the slight raspiness from the earlier fumes fading fast as her lips curved into a smile.<br><br>"You...you're not as terrifying as legend told. I'm Kitaunia of the Village."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 15:26:16</strong>
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				He was watching her reaction or rather studying them. She was not a Fey like him and the citizen's of the city of brass, so she made for a unique curiousity. Perhaps the most interesting things to him was her dress and the various decorations. Especially the sea shells. His curiousity caused him to stand there for a long time, looking at her as if he was drinking in her visage but in truth he was deep in thought as he studyed her in detail. <br><br>Then as her voice spoke it pulled him out of his moment of deep thought and back into the moment as the young woman looked at him. His cheeks turned a brighter shade of red and he looked away just slightly as he felt that shy side of him creep through. It was a part of him that didnt fit for being the emporer of the city of brass but he could not abandon it either. "Your legends...I am unsure how to tell you this...the King of the mountain your people knew is gone. He was my father and was murdered nearly a year ago." he began. He knew that the strange rumblings of their island started then because the Unconqured flame no longer existed his control over the mortal realm had faded as well. "I am his eldest son. My name is Mezen Ignis and I hold all of his titles save one. I am essentially the new King of the mountain, your new king."<br><br>He stood there a moment thinking if he should explain the relationship his father had with her people but ultimately decided against it. If she wished to know he would tell her about how the women were brought to the city of brass to serve in his fathers harem but it wasnt something he was going to share openly. Instead he reached out offering his hand in a kind manner as he tried to break through his natural shyness. "I know you have questions. Please come with me and I will try to answer them all"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 08:02:48</strong>
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				The way his eyes had fallen on her made her feel warm, the intelligence she saw there showing that he was examining more than just if figure if he was paying attention to that at all. Before she'd spoke she'd noticed the linger of his gaze on the shells adorning her vestigial dress. "Has he never seen sea shells before?" She wondered as he begin to speak, noticing the already rubian skin on his cheeks darkening in what she could only assume was a nervous flush - a very human reaction that widened her smile a hair before the new sinking in dimmed it.<br><br>With the extending of his hand she could see that he was indeed a shy sort of individual, again not the fearsome spectacle she'd been preparing for, and that nervous hesitation soothing her own as she reach out. As their hands met she couldn't help but notice how warm he was to the touch, as if he was enveloped by the most fearsome of fevers. She moved forward to loop her arm in his own, idly wondering if the contrast of her skin felt cool to him as she began to walk with him.<br><br>"Well, at least I know the mountains cries were not the fault of my people.." She spoke aloud before realizing her faux pas and apologizing quickly "My lord, that was selfishly said! You have my apologies and condolences for the loss of your father." They walked a few more moments before she asked the question that he been gnawing at her since her mind cleared enough to think.<br><br>"Lord Ignis...it is believed in my village that when we give ourselves to the mountain our lives are forfeit but clearly...well, I live. And with that, I must know...what is my purpose here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 13:25:41</strong>
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				He lead her away from the portal through large halls that were nearly a dozen feet high. The floor was made of tiles as smooth as glass, half of them made of polished obsidian and the other half of alabaster. The walls were made of smooth black rock as well and every twenty feet or so there was a unique piece of art sitting in a small alcove. <br><br>As they walked he held her arm gently as a true gentleman would though it was clear he wasnt used to such interactions. Still he was enjoying the small walk though she caught him off guard with her questions. They made him freeze as he looked over at her, for a moment his mind raced as he thought about how to explain the situation. <br><br>He stood there tapping his foot for a moment as his eyes focused on hers, looking deep into them as his lips parted. "I am...unsure. Your legends are not completely inaccuracte, all the women brought to the city of brass eventually died. Your fragile forms can not survive here." he paused to take her right hand, bringing it up to note the band he had put on her arm. "Not without this. If I had not spent weeks designing this band you would be choking to death right now. The previous women...I hadnt created the band yet. However my father had some control over our own realm and he extended the lives of his women. Tradition stated that they would serve in his harem but their fate was always the same. Few survived a full year even with his power aiding them. In your case...I do not know. Tradition would say you would be part of my harem but I'll not follow my fathers example and make you a whore to be used and discarded. However I do not know what to do with you, for now. Perhaps we can figure that out together."<br><br>His head tilted to the side as he looked away, knowing that that wasnt the answer she wanted but it was really the only one he could give at this time. He was worried about how she would respond as well. How many women had his father forced into his bed? More then went willingly, he knew that for sure. Would she also reject him, even though he didnt intend to force her into the harem?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 05:41:07</strong>
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				She listened with intent, eyes flickering to the delicate band resting around her wrist. So that's why despite feeling a bit warmer than the island on it's brightest day she felt normal. She noted with a gentle smile how despite being very gentlemanly and keeping a regal front, he was very shy and unsure of the situation. Just from the way he walk she could tell these were not the clothes he was akin to wearing. For a moment she felt pity for him, wondering how hard it had to have been to lose your father and suddenly before shoved in a place of power that you were born into without choice. His last comment stuck with her, even as he turned from her gaze. She was silent as she reflected on her life on the island.<br><br>Since she was young she listened to the stories of her people, Abban sharing tales on the sacrifices before her and how they led their lives before their Givings. "Remember Kit, you are to give yourself heart and soul to the king of the mountain - only then will the islands safety be promised." She heard her guardian say this again and again, always with a tone of melancholy that grew as she did. He'd not wished to let her throw herself in the mountain, but she knew it needed to be done - even more so now as she observed the quiet man beside her. She was here for a reason, even if she didn't understand it fully anymore, but she did understand that he needed her even if he didn't realize it yet.<br><br>"My Lord Ignis..." she started softly, reaching out to gently touch his face and bring his gaze back to her own with the gentle urging of her fingertips. "I can see that you aren't one to use a woman and toss her aside like such offal. This is something that I could see from the moment you spoke..." her hand moved to gentle touch his cheek, caressing the warm skin with a tenderness. "It would be my honor to serve you as your concubine, I have a feeling keeping this tradition will be good in the eyes of your people. Please allow me to serve you, that is my intended duty after all." Her last word held a soft teasing to them, her smile lined with humor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 11:13:50</strong>
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				He leaned into her hand, placing his gently over it as he felt peaceful with the simple gesture. His eyes closed, thinking back to all the women who had potential to be something more then his fathers whore and for a moment he wondered if this was what he saw in the humans he sought to subjigate. <br><br>Her words flowed through his ears, helping to keep the state of mind consistant. That is till he heard her offer to be his concubine. Immediately his cheeks brightened to a seemingly impossible level, growing so hot that they changed to a dark blue. His eyes snapped open and stared at her, unable to look away but desperately wanting to. "C...conubine?" he repeated, trying to look away shyly as thoughts of them being in a throws of passion peaked into his mind. It wasnt that he didnt want to it was that he didnt want her to feel like she had to take up that position.<br><br>"I...um...I dont...I mean...what would I do? How would I even...touch you? I dont know much about you...I mean your tribe...I mean your species..." he began, every word filled with a mix of nervousness and shyness as he struggled to find the right words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 17:01:45</strong>
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				As his calm expression snapped to one of shock she was worried that she'd angered him, but the look in his wide eyes told her otherwise. His face grew so hot that she had to move her hand, bringing it from his cheek to his shoulder so not to break their contact. As he stuttered out a response she couldn't help but giggle, a soft sound that reflected the mirth in her eyes. He was so painfully shy in his expression and tone, but there was nothing in his words to state a rejection of her offer of herself. She watched him struggle in his verbiage for a minute before raising her other hand, fingertips pressing against his lips as a sign to stop in his attempted explanations.<br><br>"My Lord, I think you are worrying to much - here..." she took his hands in her own and placed them on her hips, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin sheath of her clothing. "You're touching me, and it's not too difficult is it?" her voice was soft as she moved her hands to rest against his chest. "And about not knowing about me or my people, you have time to learn and I'll be glad to show you." She rose to her tip toes then, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before lowering herself down again to the pads of her feet, not wanting to push him too far or bring him discomfort.<br><br>"I give myself to you openly, Lord Ignis....Mezen." She stressed his name softly, in effort to show she saw him as more than a king but as a man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 21:53:28</strong>
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				Her hands and her voice helped calm him but he still felt nervous with having her as his concubine. He had never taken one before, in fact his father didnt allow for his children to mate even with other fey. Always holding the right to breed over their heads as another kind of control. Now that he was the emporer of the city of brass he held that right as well but he wondered if his inexperience would trouble their relationship. <br><br>His hands moved upwards to set upon her own, still blushing brightly as his cheeks turned a dark blue as if she was looking into the depths of the ocean. "No, it is not difficult. It is...different. I will need some time to adjust...and to learn. Will you teach me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 20:04:55</strong>
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				A not-so small part of her could not get past how endearing this mighty kings encompassing shyness was, Kia finding herself unable to resist pressing her lips against the blue-flushed skin of his cheek. He was so warm, feverish even, but she somehow felt comforted by that heat. She turned her hands beneath his, moving her fingers to intertwine with his. Tightening her hands against his, she rose to the tip of her toes to gift him with a kiss, soft and chaste but lingering just long enough to promise more.<br><br>"Lord, it would be my honor to show you and guide you..." She smiled gently at him as she lower her feet back flat to the ground, hands still holding his own while she spoke softly with a hint of playfulness "After all, Lord Mezen, I was born for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 10:12:43</strong>
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				The kisses surprised him and even though they felt somewhat forced he leaned forward just slightly, hoping to return them in the simplest way he could. "You are right...come I wish to show you something." he said as he took her hand and lead her down the hallway, taking a turn to the left till it opened up to a wall high above the city. It was made of pure ebony and lined with gold spikes on both sides to deter siege equipment. From there they could see the entire city even the people from high above as nearly all moved about, wearing only pieces of jewelry. <br><br>He stood there and looked out beyond, pointing at&nbsp; a structure far in the distance. It was a massive tower that rose above every other building and wall that had been erected. Yet it was unlike the rest of the buildings that were made of gold, ebony, and ash rock. Instead this was was a massive gemstone, a single red geode carved out in the shape of a tower but even on the horizon the city still continued. "That is my home, well the home of the merchant quarters Duke. Before my father passed I controlled the mass markets and foreign trade. All from there. One day when my fathers castle isrebuilt I will be expected to move in to it and rule from there but for now I oversee the city from the Ruby tower."<br><br>He was still smiling, though far less shy when she wasnt speaking about being his concubine or confessing her devotion from him. "There are a few ways into the Ruby tower, I thought to take you by carraige but I have another idea that will allow you to see more of the city, if you like." He reached down into a small pouch on his belt, pulling a small blue stone out and held out in his hand for her to see. It looked like a simple gemstone with a single marking inside he then held it in the air and it seemed to sparkle, letting the light shine bright. Soon a chariot pulled by a long winged lizard flew near, stopping just a few feet from the edge of the wall. "Dragon boats. The upper class often use them to fly high above the city and bypass the maze of roads."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 05:30:29</strong>
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				The sight of the city before her was like nothing she'd ever heard of, nothing she could have imagined even if the stories were more truth than myth could have equaled this sight of rubian rock, ebon, and gold. Her hand tighten excitedly against his as she watched his people milling about, but her eyes for the most part stayed glued to his home. "Beautiful, I've never..." he voice with breathless, words quieted as he pulled out a cyan stone that shined as he lifted it into the air. She instinctively stepped back when the large reptilian creature flew near, her back pressing against his warm chest as she gaze as the creature. She tilted her head back to look at him, a myriad of emotion shining in her eyes - wonder, excitement, and even a touch of apprehension at the idea of flight.<br><br>"People here can ride in the air?" The incredulousness in her voice added a higher pitch to her tone, looking back at the so called dragon boat. "Please....could we please...I've never...I'm mean, this is impossible on the island....they'd never believe..." She was babbling, but it wouldn't stop as she edged closer to the transport, giggling a bit before again looking back with a girlish grin.<br><br>"It's kind cute!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:15:29</strong>
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				He let out a little chuckle as she stepped back into him, letting his hands wrap around her stomach. He looked at her, noting how she reacted to the dragon boat and the city. The ends of his lips curled upwards into a handsome smile and he took a few steps toward the dragon boat, stepping up to the chariot before offering his arm. <br><br>"There are many such wonders in the city of brass and these powerful creatures have a certain majestic beauty to them." he said as he took the reigns of the creature. Its great head turned back and its wings flapped powerfully sending gusts of air over the edge of the wall. "If you are ready, shall we go to the ruby tower? or perhaps there is more you would like to see?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacrifice to Flame [Brandon x ClockworkSongbird]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ineffable Bae</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 05:52:58</strong>
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				"In the village our lizards are no longer than my finger..." she murmured in wonder, curious as to what other creature this realm held. There was no hesitation in her eyes as she took the offered arm, teeth light biting her lower lip as she complemented his question. Was there more she would like to see, how broad a question!<br><br>"My Lord, all I know is the white sands and blue waters of my home, never did I think I'd be able to see such strange and beautiful things! I want to see these wonders of which you speak. I want to explore all of your home land, but I also know that we have time and..." <br><br>Her excited going-on's were interrupted by the loud rumble of her stomachs protest, her pale cheek burning suddenly as she gave him a sheepish glance "and I think perhaps, if it's not asking too much, we could find something to eat? I haven't had food in three days time - preparation for the ritual for my purification."
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