[MUL] As the Heart Discovers
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				Title: <strong>[MUL] As the Heart Discovers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:38:27</strong>
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				Kylaria had always been her home, she had been born into the royal bloodline of this world with high expectations and promises of peace at her birth. She had not known this of course, it had all been preordained from the moment she was brought into the dark of the world. It had been a normal day for her when her father had strolled into her room with a troubled expression written through out his wrinkled face, it had instantly worried her for she had never seen him so upset before and there had been no news to cause such a thing. "Father?" She questioned him as he took her hands in his, his thumbs caressing the tops of her golden toned skin. "What is it? Is it Gillian?" <br><br>Her mind had rushed to her older brother who had been sent off to a warring world half way across the solar system to help bring peace and order to the civilizations that resided on the usually chaotic planet. He shook his head, refusing to look her in the eyes for a few minutes and it killed her internally. "Then... What is it father?" He took a breath and emerald toned eyes looked up into her own, tears threatening to fall down his aging cheeks. She had never seen him like this and it began to simmer a pot of worry in her abdomen. "Deltressa.." He spoke and the despair in his voice made her wince internally, "You are turning twenty tomorrow and.." he choked up then but refused to cry in front of her, "You will be leaving for Mokushi."<br><br>Deltressa felt like her heart had stopped in mid beat, like the whole world around her had shattered to reveal it was all an illusion and she was never there to begin with. How could he be sending her away? Had she done something wrong? Mokushi. She had heard tales of their neighboring planet, it was why her world never got more than one hour of sun a day. She loved the night and she could not imagine going to a world that never got any. She had cried for hours that day, refusing to eat or see anyone after her father had told her she was betrothed since birth. <br><br>She had chosen to swear off men; the countless suitors only getting on her nerves to no end. Her father had never approved of any of them and now she truly understood why he had been so adamant on her being a maiden of the Chaos Moons. It had become clear to her that she had no choice in the matter and not even the gentle words of her sisters could help ease her pain. The sleeping hours had come and gone to quickly for her, leaving her with a need to be silent as she left her room for the last time and ventured out to stare into her beloved night.<br><br>She found her eyes looking to the sky then, the black ink of space being splattered by white chocolate dots that were the stars. She was lost in the vortex of them then, seeing herself spiraling through them like the meteor showers that littered the sky each night in passing. Her figure stood on the beach though, perfectly still as the breeze from the open sea caught her, the scent of salt and water mixing with the sweet aroma of the flowers and trees of the forest at her back. She was smiling now, a gentle smile of peace that stretched well into the ice blue of her eyes as she looked upon a ring of moons that were orbiting around a single planet no bigger than a space station the humans made with moons so big they could have engulfed it. The sight of the moons made her think of the chaos twins, a pair of moons that had crossed paths by accident in a eclipse, the end effect being a pair of shattered moons that had half way crumbled into space though the pieces were held in perfect stillness with the moons gravitational pull. The galaxies were surrounding them, the Saturn sized moons holding a glory that she was sure the mixing dwarfs and huge rings of planets in the galaxies could admire. The sound of the water rushed in her mind then, the luke warm water rushing in on her ankles only to recede away as the sand pushed it back. She was drawn to the sky as the water was drawn to the dip in the world, leaving her standing with the active night with the glowing white blue hue of the forest accenting along the golden tan of her skin.<br><br>She did not want to leave this place but eventually she tore her ever wandering gaze from the sky, knowing this world held such beauty compared to everything else. She looked to the white sand first, watching the waves crash in around her ankles once more before the glance shifted along the foam line on the sand. She saw the dead trees then, bare of leaves, mingling with the full green luscious trees that mixed and danced with the autumn toned colors of multiple trees. All the seasons existing at once in the trees that never changed, only grew taller, along the beaches. She smiled a bit, seeing the sand mix into grass eventually before she was staring into the trees, barely able to see the hints of the white glow of the moss and flowers beyond the tree line but it was there. She knew it was there for she had walked through the treacherous place many times and longed to see the sight once more but she looked to the ocean, knowing she did not have time. Seeing the planet that was big enough to engulf most the view over the ocean in a permanent setting position made tears slip down her cheeks, the rings were wide and dark green, the planet a harsh blue that was more dark in places rather than light as most the planets, she studied this for some time as she carved it all into her memory before getting lost in the view once more.<br><br>She did not know how this place had come to be, but it always managed to surprise her with its ever changing beauty. Her mind wandered through the forest, her form perfectly still as more water rushed in on her ankles though it was lost to her. The soft sounds of the animals at her back lifted to her ears, the light song of the exotic bird that resembled the smoothest of flute notes and then the sound of paws pressing to the ground in hunt of the beloved song bird. She loved this place, the world. It had always been a safe haven, a place she could get lost in and now she was not going to see it again. She heard the familiar baritones of her father, the sound of his voice making her focus return just as they were wandering to the cliffs that were so beautiful in their icy depths. “It is time Deltressa.” She hesitated then and nodded softly, "Yes father." She spoke softly, her own voice a whisper as the oceans breeze before she was turning around and looking to the flowers that were scattered throughout the sand, the white blue hue accenting the sand to give a odd glow to the shimmer gold of her skin.<br><br>Deltressa could smell the spicy hot of the wolrd in the breeze wrapping around her, the deep magic of the area seeming to spring to life as the leaves of the trees began to lightly glow the color they were. The greens seemed to be so bright that the sand around them looked to be no more than normal grass and she smiled but it was the auburn leaves of the autumn trees that made her long to gasp aloud. She was staring at a burning tree though no sort of damage would be done for it was illusion. She cold feel the warm glow of the harsh red against her skin, the mixing of colors ranging from orange to yellow and green to brown seemed to light up the beach so that it was a lesser version of day but brighter than the city lights of Earth. She did not want to look away but she knew what was coming as the feel of the air thickened and the forest seemed to resonate with a ethereal humming. She turned to it then, watching small balls of golden light scatter through the air slowly, bending and curling in long streaming lines through the forest. It looked like dancing balls of light intertwined in and out of the tropical paradise, a few of them scattering out to the beach to wrap around the trees and the people occupying they land without harm for they were only fireflies. <br><br>She wanted to delay, wanted to cry and beg him not to make her go. But she was not a pesant and she would not act as such. She would take this in stride and grace as she did with everything else. She looked back to the auburn glowing trees once more, the sand particles trickling up into the air to slowly dance around them in a reverse setting of falling petals floating on the air. She saw the specs dancing around them, spiraling about the trees separately without a breeze around them. Snow white strands hung perfectly still at her hips, though the arctic blue of her eyes were shining with the glow of the Chaos Moons. “It is ever changing. This place is alive in ways that the other worlds could only wish to be. You can almost always find something new here.” She spoke softly, her fingers drifting through the sand of the beach that had drifted to the air in small particles to let a light dance begin with the colors of the world reflecting against the grains. "I will miss it father."<br><br>A final glance to the crystal clear waters and over active space sky was her need before she was following her father, a few servants trailing behind them with her belongings. She did not cry infront of the servants, she did not cry infront of her father, she did not even cry when her mother embraced her tightly. She had closed her eyes though, holding the woman who resembled her so much to her with a need. "I love you." She whispered in her ear before she straightened her posture and nodded gently to her. Her sisters were sobbing and she longed to cry with them but she was not going to do that. Being the second to youngest should have made her weaker, but for some reason she had always been more like her father in her ways. Calm and collected, regal and perfect in self control. She promised the youngest of them, eight years of age, that she would see them again though her fathers wince told her other wise; she would not leave them all with a sorrow so deep it would ruin them though, false hope was better than none at all.<br><br>She waved softly to them, taking one last glance of her home and her family before she was setting off through space to meet the Lord she had heard tales of. She was going to a new home and it was when she was alone that she finally cried in silence, wondering what Mokushi would be like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [MUL] As the Heart Discovers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kenturo</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 18:42:21</strong>
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				The sound of feet impacting upon the hard marble floors of the chamber echoed over the walls, reaching his ears in a manner which informed Mujitsu that it had begun. Eyes opening, body already moving into a simple stance which was fashioned by him to take on an opponent charging head first. Right leg slid back, left leg bent a bit, his upper body leaning forward while fingers extended fully outward, pressed together, thumb over the palm. Left hand moved to hover over his right breast, right hand fully extended upward behind him, his body sideways while the one who charged finally closed the distance and attempted a rather simple kick. <br><br>Mujitsu saw these movements, knowing fully well the man only kicked as a feint. He waited for the moment where, in mid stroke, it would pull in at the knee then kick forward straight for his chest. He waited for the moment when the leg would stop to be pulled in, left hand being thrust outward, thumb moving from the palm to grasp the ankle of the person. It took little to no effort to shift his weight from his left leg to his right leg, his entire form being pulled back and through affect pulling the others leg forward as well. Using the weight of the other man as a sort of anchor, to increase the force of the pull he twisted his body, right hand moving in to impact upon the man's inner thigh. Releasing a very subtle pressure which would lock the joint in place and thus make the leg rather useless. The other responded quickly, leaning forward to attempt to punch Mujitsu, this would not do at all. After the initial impact of fingers into the thigh, he raised his elbow using his forearm to block the punch, let go of his leg. With his weight not upon his left leg he could easily shift the position around the others leg, pushing forward while his left leg hooked around the others and with a simple force pushed the other onto the floor. Twisting on his heel, he released the other allowed his form to fall, elbow positioned to impact upon the fallen man's solar plexus, forcing the wind from the man's lungs and thus forcing him into a state of unconsciousness. <br><br>He rolled afterwords, palm pushing onto the floor to push himself to his feet, head shaking to clear it a bit. Only the sensation of something move quickly to his right would alert him to the swords blade moving to pierce his shoulder! Quickly, moving from reflex and instincts more so than thought, he shifted his weight to his left leg, form moving to the side then back allowing the blade to flow down. Left hand thrust out, catching the sword arm by the wrist, right elbow rising, impacting the one behind him under the jaw, releasing the wrist afterwords to allow the force to push the man into the air and away from his own form. He turned then, glancing first at the man who had first attacked without weapons and the other with the sword.<br><br>He calmly turned, looking at his shoulder that was already stained crimson, the blade having cut into him. The voice of one of the attendants flowed outward, quick footsteps resonating outward. <br><br>“Lord! That was splendid! You were not even informed of the second opponent yet you still moved flawlessly!” The voice held much pride and happiness, apparently one who thought that something good had occurred.<br><br>Mujitsu twisted, to give the man a glare which stopped his forward motion. Pain was meaningless to him, especially such a simple cut which did not even hinder the movement of his arm too badly. Reaching out with the arm he took the towel which was meant for him, moving to wipe at sweat which was not there, such simple exercise would not make one such as him break a sweat, doing this out of habit really. <br><br>He spoke calmly, his annoyance not being revealed by his tone, “Tetsue could have taken four of them, fully armed, without a scratch.” He turned and left, flinging the towel over his shoulder and slipping past the doors, leaving a dumb founded attendant to stand there with his jaw slightly open and eyes wide in surprise at the utter rejection.<br><br>Mujitsu did not care. Lord of the Empire of Mokushi, he did not care for many things. He was fair, kind to his people. He took care of problems with food and water, which was greatly lacked on a planet which was more molten lava than anything else and constantly heated up by three suns, the stars just past the atmosphere never being seen by those who have never gone off world. He had many lovers, many people who thought themselves his friend. <br><br>Yet he cared for none of this, for it was not his duty. He, younger brother of the True Lord of Mokushi. Tetsue Yanakita, who for reasons unknown even to Mujitsu Keiji, had simply given up the throne, instead saying Mujitsu was the true Lord and vanished on the spot. None knew of his presence, none knew where he was too this day, yet endless amounts of resources have been exhausted in search.<br><br>His steps halted, turning to face one of the various mirror like structures in the hallway's of the palace. Some held artistic designs, others were simply there for the sake of sending light to chambers which were sealed off from the sun. <br><br>Mujitsu was a young man no older than 24 earth years. Standing at six feet four inches, he was a giant among most men on his planet, but the height was normal for his bloodline. Black, onyx hair flowed down his back, reaching well past his waist yet for now was tied by several metallic circles, as was customary during exercise to keep it from bothering him. Some believed the hair would prove a fatal weakness easily gripped and thus Mujitsu would be defeated. This was not the case, for too some level the hair was meant to be a weakness, it was meant to draw the user around him, to grasp the hair and thus receive a rather large shock of electrical currents upon touching the metal bands. His features were feminine to a degree, heightened when he allowed the hair to flow freely around him, yet his build was purely masculine. Beneath the attire he wore, would be a well sculpted form, athletic, healthy, the evidence of long restless hours of training to perfect his form and reach another level of power.<br><br>Eyelids slid closed, once more walking down the hall, head kept low so he would not be tempted to glance once more upon his features. He was not vane, well perhaps not completely, he simply constantly searched for a flaw. A perfectionist when it came to him, he was constantly pressured to look his best, do his best and overall simply <strong>be</strong> the best. This was taking it's toll on the young man, especially with news that he was to be married! Earlier today the message had been given to him that later on today she, his wife to be, would step onto the platform and be escorted to her chamber's. <br><br>It took every diplomatic ability he held to convince them not to introduce them forthright, to wait instead for the next morning when both could enjoy a meal together. They had agreed, having been convinced they should not attempt to force her, to show them the beauty of the planet and their people before meeting the Lord himself. This palace was of course where the beauty of the planet rested, everything else would either be a sea of molten magma, or counties with little to no resources. Thus, not being entirely surprising about the small battles they raged upon the palace. <br><br>Having reached his destination, he stopped before the door to his bedroom. With a wave of his hand over the mechanical pad to the left of the door, a click could be heard before the door swung inward on it's own. Stepping into the room which only brightened to a dim yet pleasant amount of lightning, the door closed, leaving him to his own devices. <br><br>His clothing would be removed while he moved through the room and into a rather large room filled with a great many different types of herb's, and fresh water which was daily changed. A hand rose, slipping away the metallic bands and letting them fall to the ground rather nosily upon impact. His form, slipping beneath the surface of the water would slowly relax, leaning against the edge, his body submerged until his neck where he rested and allowed the healing properties of the water to take affect on his form. Banishing his doubts, banishing his torment, and banishing his sudden sensation of dread at being married...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [MUL] As the Heart Discovers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 00:27:56</strong>
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				Deltressa had arrived from the dark and stepped into the light as soon as the door opened. It was bright and hot, something she was not used to at all. Her world was always cool and sweet tempered, nothing like this world that was like a sun all itself to the princess of the night world. She had heard rumor this place never had a sunset nor a sunrise; just a dance across the whole sky to create the effect of a day. Closing the arctic toned eyes she found that not even that could be a source of darkness in this world and knew right then that she would grow accustom to the changes eventually. <br><br>She was escorted to a room in the "dark" hours of the planet though she had not really been all to interested in looking out the window of the ship as they sailed into the atmosphere so she did not know what it meant to the rest of the world, all she knew was that it was still day and night would never brush her skin like a feather in the wind again. Along the walk she heard the soft pitter pattering of feet rushing across the floor off in the distance and then the clicking and clanking of pots in a room, she presumed, was the kitchen or a very very intense training area. She wondered what lay beyond the thick wood doors and her fingers brushed over the ornate patterns that looked to be hand carved in the rich texture and color. It was flawless and then the sound of, what she thought, a body hitting the floor came to reach her ears and she jerked her fingers back from the wood. She held her hand to her chest, the accenting gold tones in the tan of her skin reflecting in the light coming from one of the many windows in the halls.<br><br>"Milady.. this way please." She heard the gentle coax in the elderly womans voice and smiled to her though, but to her displeasure, the woman quickly looked her over and it seemed that as the look passed in a moment the woman had become afraid of her. She had glanced down at her attire and then the snow white strands of hair contrasting with the cerulean shade of blue and she realized that none of the people here had ever heard of her and probably assumed that the neighboring planet was merely full of beasts and rumors of malevolent people who dwelled in the darkness. She had cast her eyes down then, somehow ashamed of who she was for the first time in her many hundred years of existence as she followed the woman to her chambers. <br><br>She had not gotten the chance to thank the old maid before she had ran off so quickly she wondered if the people here too possessed some ability as hers did. She stood in her room and was lost in the magnificent beauty of it. She did not even have such a grand room in her own world for, in just this moment, the beauty compared to her beach. She was staring into a room the size of the temple itself it seemed. It so large that she felt rather petite and fragile... more so than she always did in act.&nbsp; She looked up at the ceiling and gasped in shock at the traditional arch ways that led down into pillars that were scattered about the room though it was all artfully placed to make movement more than easy but it felt like the room held its own tones of grace and attitude. A full wall was a mirror, just one large piece of reflection that she had never truly appreciated and then it came to her. She could use such a thing to see home. On the thought of home she fought tears and prayed she would be a good wife to the lord and she turned from the mirror, refusing to cry again. <br><br>The balcony caught her attention then and she fell into a set of steps that were so light she barely felt the cool marble at her feet. Tilting her head to the side the solid white strands of hair swept at her hips lightly before settling at the small of her back in a more than perfectly straight fashion, she was reaching for the hand that curved as if a litter could sprout from the end. She wondered how bright it really was and she merely released the metal and shifted the solid black curtain aside. Light spilled into the room at an alarming rate and it made her flinch and retract her hand. The room was plunged into darkness again and it was then that she glanced around and noted that this was the only window or door for that matter that could allow such essence as light into her room. The lord had given her a dark room...<br><br>She was lost in the thoughts of this as she turned to look into the rest of the room and the bed was more than delicious in her eyes. It had four spiraling carved wooden designs from each corner of the bed so that a the curtains surrounding the bed could lightly hang over the ground, making it private beyond the door as well. Upon closer inspection she notice it was slightly see through and if a being was close enough they could look upon her as she slept, the white thin curtains hanging were white and she held a few pieces of her own hair up to it and giggled softly; it could not compare to the bright tone of her white, not in its fondest dreams. A set of doors to her left and right caught her wandering gaze and she walked into one set only to find that it was another big room and half of it was a wardrobe and already had her clothing hung, folded, and arranged in an orderly fashion; it made her appreciate the servants even more.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted through the room and then she was running her fingertips over the edge of a bathtub so big you could fit at least ten people in it. <br><br>Crimson red marble shone in the little light a single thing window let into the room and she imagined how it would feel to be in the warm water and with that thought came a yawn. She was exhausted and the council had said that the lord and herself would meet in the morning at breakfast. She had resisted the urge to argue that and demand see him but she held her diplomatic self in check and nodded softly without a word. She wondered what he would be like as she slipped out of the gown like clothing and into a shirt she had stolen from her brother before he was sent to the war. It was large and opened in the front to reveal the very tops of her breasts with a single string criss crossing in a fashion that left much for the male imagination to ponder as they untied. The sleeves reached just to her fingertips, leaving her nails showing and it stopped just at the top of her thighs so nothing was revealed but at the same time much was left to stare in wonder at. She slipped into the bed, sheets of silk rivers pooling around her and she quickly fell into a deep sleep that left her body in Mokushi but her mind on her beach in Kylaria. <br><br>How long she slept she did not know but the dreams she had kept her entranced beyond that of even her thoughts. She had tossed and turned a bit at first, the blanket and sheets being discarded effortlessly with a light kick and her skin contrasted against the ebony darkness. She had thought she heard a young child try and wake her but her sleep caught her mind as it tried to focus and she was left on her bed with strands of white splayed out around her and the shirt covering her barely enough. She was warm though and content, she would sleep until she was woken and dream of things that would only make her more nervous to meet her betrothed.
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