Through the Mirror [( Cerigo & Moirae )]
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				Title: <strong>Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:13:53</strong>
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				“Portia, I'm sorry, but I have to let you go.&nbsp; We're making necessary cut backs and while I love having you on the staff...”<br><br>Portia Maxwell boss' voice faded away as her mind reeled.&nbsp; She was being laid off.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; Just six months ago she'd received almost an identical speech from the owner of a florist shop whose business simply hadn't survived the down spiraling economy.&nbsp; Six months ago she'd reminded herself that being a florist had been temporary – just as being a dog walker, an after school activities director, camp counselor, baker's assistant, singing telegram deliverer, and receptionist, among others, had been.&nbsp; Yet, she had rather been liking it here in the old and rare bookstore, it surprisingly called to her and her varied, unpredictable interests that had led her from fifteen different college majors and a slew of different jobs.&nbsp; <br><br>An hour later she let out a long sigh as she stepped into her small one bedroom apartment on the seventh floor of a ten story complex.&nbsp; On cue she heard the sudden pitter patter as Louis, her twelve year old orange tiger striped cat, came running out; seconds later he was at her feet, purring with his tail happily twitching.&nbsp; Out of habit more than awareness, she bent down to stroke along his back and rub his head as she reached up to hit the play button on the answering machine.&nbsp; There was only one new message. <br><br>“Hi honey!&nbsp; It's just mom and dad.&nbsp; We're having such a good time in Hawaii!&nbsp; We were going to be home next week but Diana and George invited us to their place, and you know your sister.”<br><br>Portia barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes.<br><br>“So we'll be coming back to the city in a month.&nbsp; When we do, your dad and I have something we'd like t – oh!&nbsp; Harold?&nbsp; Now?&nbsp; Darling, I am so sorry but I must go!&nbsp; The taxi is here.&nbsp; Love you and talk soon.”<br><br>Portia sighed as she rose and headed for her bedroom.&nbsp; Something they'd like to discuss.&nbsp; As they were going to be seeing her older sister first that probably meant they'd be discussing the lack of direction in her life, something that had never plagued Diana.&nbsp; Her older sister had turned out to be a successful, boring lawyer married to an equally successful and boring lawyer and had produced two darling (but, well, boring) children, and she, on the other hand... ?&nbsp; She was twenty-five, no career, no job, no children, no significant other, no achievements and no direction.&nbsp; She couldn't even lay claim to having any goals outside of the immediate need of finding a new job, hopefully before her parents came to visit.<br><br>With a scrunch of her nose, she flung herself onto the bed and turned her head to stare at the antique floor length mirror.&nbsp; The reflection was the same as it had been for years: pale blue eyes set under a dark fringe of thick lashes; a slim, pert nose, that had a scar right across the bridge from when she'd broken it at age five, set above a soft, full mouth, all well proportioned together on a dusky, oval faced shaped face and framed by thick, wheat blond hair that fell in luscious curls down to her waist.&nbsp; There was a crescent shaped beauty mark just on the outside corner of her left eye; despite how she used to be teased about it, Portia rather liked it, and the idea of it gave her something a little unusual.&nbsp; Something possibly magical.&nbsp; Something that gave her a sense of self.<br><br>She couldn't explain why there had simply never been firm direction in her life, aside from that she merely had a lot of varied interests; even in high school and college, Diana had always been centered and focused while she had fluttered from group to group, activity to activity.&nbsp; Except, while she could say she was good at various things, she didn't really excel at anything in particular.&nbsp; No specialties.&nbsp; Not one thing that stood out for her and helped define who she was; there was an odd sense there was suppose to be something more to her.&nbsp; That she was missing a very essential piece to the jigsaw puzzle that consisted of her life.&nbsp; A piece that would explain why she had never felt like she belonged anywhere, she always felt as if she were waiting... and always being watched.&nbsp; It was silly, but only in her dreams – the ones that had remained consistent all throughout her life – where she was considered some sort of magi, battling the forces of darkness, did she feel at ease with herself, had she ever felt she was suppose to be somewhere.<br><br><em>"For when the darkness has consumed us, forced a surrender of the light's love, our Earth will slumber sheltered by the sacrifice.”</em><br><br>“Hello?”<br><br>Portia shot up in the bed and just listened.&nbsp; Where had that voice come from?&nbsp; It sounded... familiar.&nbsp; Had someone come into the apartment?&nbsp; The light's love... ?&nbsp; Our earth?&nbsp; Behind her she did not see the shifting image of the mirror.&nbsp; “Is... Is anyone there?”<br><br><em>“Come, Portia... we've been waiting.&nbsp; It's time.”</em><br><br>“Waiting?&nbsp; Time?&nbsp; Who's there?”&nbsp; Scrambling off the bed, Portia spun around – and then stopped dead.&nbsp; The image in the mirror wasn't her.&nbsp; It was... well, it looked like a night sky filled with billions of diamond stars.&nbsp; Then it was slowly sweeping down onto a lush garden that glowed from the balls of silver light that floated through the air.<br><br><em>“Come, Portia... We're all waiting.”</em><br><br>Swallowing hard, Portia stepped closer to the mirror, and close still until she was nearly touching the watery image.&nbsp; A second later she went jumping back when her hand had raised to the mirror and then went through!&nbsp; Her hand had disappeared!&nbsp; Disappeared!&nbsp; <em>I'm losing it... I have to be!&nbsp; This isn't possible.&nbsp; This is a dream... I'm really asleep on the bed and this is a dream.</em>&nbsp; Sucking in a deep breath, Portia went to take another step closer before all the sudden a huge, frighteningly strong force of wind came from no where and sent her stumbling to … and then through the mirror. <br><br>In the wake of her screams, the mirror's image shifted and reflected an empty bedroom.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:00:05</strong>
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				Just breathe. It was the most basic of all instructions. It was one that bordered on instinctual ability that all of creation had access to yet here he was remembering the first lesson and last lesson that he had ever received from his mentor. A strong slow breath in, filling the lungs expand the air rushing into the gap and the way his body reacted. His heart beat increased his muscles flexed ready to explode into action at any moment the sheer power and potential of that single breath overriding all other feelings. This was what living was about, this is what power contained and with that thought he exhaled letting it all go.<br><br>“Are you going to sit there and breathe all night?” The voice that spoke slid into his mind speaking directly to him. It was soft, distinctly feminine but underneath the mocking derision there was a since of pride. The knight opened one eye and found the black wolf that was sitting next to him, her tale flicking back and forth.<br><br>“I just might yes. You remember those lessons. There is nothing more important than that breathe. It is the basis of everything else. You were paying attention right? I could not have been that hard headed when I was young.” The knight spoke picking up his hand and resting it on the wolf’s midnight black coat.<br><br>“Clearly you underestimate yourself.” The wolf chided back before trying to catch the unarmored hand in her gleaming teeth. “We are hungry. You haven’t let me hunt since we came out to the forest three days ago. How will we be ready if you do not eat and you do not let me hunt? Even more so, why do we keep coming back here?”<br><br>“Do I really need to answer that? We have been together since the first moment I opened my eyes and you really need me to answer?”<br><br>“No,” The wolf attempted to snap at the hand again to show just how hungry she was getting. “I wanted to make sure you remembered why we come out here. Every day for the last seven years you have waited here for her, did you ever think that you could have been wrong about the prophesy? They are notorious for being misleading”<br><br>“Patience, Mist.” He let his hand be caught knowing full well that the wolf would never injure him in any way. It would be tantamount to self mutilation. She was a reflection of his soul. It was a companion he was quite proud of. While others had reflections that were weak or conniving his was always proud, strong, and above all loyal. It would speak volumes to those that had met the knight in his travels. There would be no denying the strength of his character when it was staring, or many times growling, in the face of those that doubted him.<br><br>In a way, she was right on every level. It was the doubt that was slowly starting to creep into his mind. He had thought that perhaps if he fasted here in this sacred place it would make more sense but all it ended with was making him hungry, the wolf ancy, and just wasting more time. Reaching into his pack he pulled out a old crust of bread that had not yet hardened to the consistency of the rock he was currently resting on. With his eyes watching the wolf he took a large bite. When he spoke next crumbs fell from his mouth. “There. Happy?”<br><br>The wolf glaring daggers at the man nipped him hard enough to show her displeasure. “No, we were taught better manners then this. I expect you to remember them.” With a flick of her tale the wolf bounded from the rock. Her form shimmered softly in the moonlight until it blended into the shadows around them and disappeared. “I am hungry. If you are eating then I am eating.”<br><br>Without the constant motion of his reflection he closed his eyes again repeating the lines of the prophesy once more. “For when the darkness has consumed us,” the first line he spoke softly. It was speaking of him. He was the champion of the shadow itself. There was no denying that fact now, no matter how much he might like to imagine being anyone or anything else. Sure, he had wished that he could have been normal but he could feel it ever since he was given his first sword. The gentle calling the pull to the sacred places of the shadow. No matter how much he wished to deny it all of those dreams were shattered the day his brother, his twin no less, found the great sword Phantasm and was accepted by the blade. The legend spoke that it was made from the Light itself, hardened until it was stronger then any steel.<br><br>What was he supposed to consume? Yes the shadow was starting to gain sway within the world once more as the old ways were turned to once again as the sun and moon grew ever closer to each other. There would be another battle soon, one that would decide which would hold sway over the celestial kingdom of the sky. “force a surrender of the light’s love” That one was a bit easier. He would need to make his brother surrender only then would this fight be over. The last line… “our Earth will slumber sheltered by the sacrifice.” He understood that one, prepared for that line. The teaching would not let him take it any other way. If he won, he was going to die.<br><br>It was hard to accept at first, he fought against it. It was why for so long that he did not wish to be the champion that called to him. There was too much to live for, too much to still experience. He wanted a family, a wife, something more then where his path was forcing him to walk. Yes, everything was going to die eventually. The only thing that would live for ever was the Gods themselves, but not everyone knew the time of their death. He could not start a family knowing that he would need to leave them behind. It was not within him to hurt someone so deeply. It was why he remained in solitude. While his brother gathered followers left and right, he sought knowledge and skill. When the time came he would win, and he would die. In his wake the world would be better and he would be able to do so with a clean conscious and a full heart knowing that he was not leaving anyone behind.<br><br>Michael took another slow breath. The inhale, strong and full of confidence tapered towards the end. The air was solid around him and his lungs screamed out in protest as the entire world seemed to shift around him. It was like something was forcing its way end and he could feel the pain as the earth fought to contain it. Then when he thought it could not get any worse the world shattered for a split second. Night became day, white became black and for an instance the world was reversed entirely. Then it was gone, like nothing had ever happened.<br><br>The wolf came bounding back, her eyes frantic looking to make sure that her Master still was there. “Yes, I felt it too. It starts.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:25:08</strong>
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				`Where was she?<br><br>Disorientated Portia slowly sat up from where she'd tumbled and gradually took in her surroundings.&nbsp; All around her were lush flowers, neatly trimmed hedges bushes, and though the blossoms were a kaleidoscope of vibrancy, she could not recognize a one.&nbsp; Not even the one that looked similar to a rose except for the white silk petals dotted with blue that cupped the red bud.&nbsp; Floating idly through the air were soft gold orbs, nearly transparent in view, and illuminated the space around her.&nbsp; The trickle of a nearby fountain could be heard, and for a moment Portia thought she heard the soft whine of a horse.&nbsp; &nbsp;That thought dropped immediately away when she noticed the pair of pale blue eyes staring at her.&nbsp; Then the image of the large, silver rabbit seemingly just patiently waiting for her.<br><br>“Hello.”<br><br>Portia blinked as a gentle, deep masculine voice pierced into her mind that vaguely reminded her of her favorite professor in college.&nbsp; Did that rabbit just ...speak, though?&nbsp; She hadn't seen the mouth move beyond a twitch of whiskers, and he was a rabbit, and rabbits didn't talk, vocally or telepathically.&nbsp; But the way it was looking at her... <br><br>“Are you all right, Portia?”<br><br>Every muscle in Portia's body stiffened.&nbsp; “H-how do you know my name?”&nbsp; <em>And why am I talking to a rabbit?&nbsp; Why is there a voice in my head?&nbsp; Oh God, I'm losing it, aren't I?</em><br><br>“Because I come from you.&nbsp; I am Seylin and am called your va'er, a familiar and companion of sorts, some refer to us as reflections.&nbsp; Everyone here has one, born with them.”<br><br>“Except I wasn't --”&nbsp; Portia's breath caught as the rabbit came closer and with its third step became that of a long, silver panther, smaller than average but sleek with muscles.&nbsp; “Wasn't born here.”&nbsp; This was getting weird, even for a dream!&nbsp; “A-and do all of you va … va'er change?”&nbsp; She couldn't help stiffening even more as the panther came beside her and started lightly nosing along her form.<br><br>“No, no other va'er changes as I do.&nbsp; Like you I am rare,” Seylin said as his head lifted and he finished checking her for injury.&nbsp; “As you are a gift here, I am your gift in the time of your rebirth.&nbsp; Connected to you like no other.&nbsp; We can share thoughts or speak in each others minds, as we sort of are now, but also share a physical connection.&nbsp; Your pain is mine and mine is yours.”&nbsp; Throughout Seylin's tone was calm and patient, an expression echoed in his eyes when she finally looked at them once more.<br><br>Portia's head was spinning.&nbsp; This had to be a dream.&nbsp; There was no other explanation!&nbsp; A shape changing familiar talking in her head?&nbsp; Reborn wherever they were?&nbsp; Yeah, this was definitely a dream for the books.&nbsp; What else was there to do besides play along until she woke up?&nbsp; Except this didn't really feel like a dream.&nbsp; Seylin's nose had been cold and a little wet, and she knew she had felt his breath on her skin.&nbsp; Not to mention there was a slight throbbing in her temples and … Oh.&nbsp; God.&nbsp; Her skin!&nbsp; Portia glanced down and shrieked.&nbsp; Except for the large, silver medallion nestled between her breasts she was naked!&nbsp; This wasn't a dream.<br><br>“Why am I naked?!”&nbsp; She yelped, covering her breasts and crossing her legs, although belatedly it was the principle.&nbsp; “And what is this?”&nbsp; She pointed to the medallion.&nbsp; “And where am I?!&nbsp; This isn't a dream.&nbsp; This is... This is crazy.&nbsp; I've lost my mind, haven't I?&nbsp; I am sitting here naked talking to a rabbit turned panther who is talking in my head.”<br><br>Seylin's eyes went gentle.&nbsp; “Those born, or reborn, typically arrive as --”<br><br>His words were cut off as they both heard the sound of footsteps approaching on the stone pathway.&nbsp; Panic sliced through Portia as she went scrambling to her feet and quickly ducked behind the closest and largest amount of plant life she could see.&nbsp; Even crouching down she was visible from the bare shoulders up, but at least the remainder of her was hidden.&nbsp; This was starting to get a little frightening, not knowing where she was, how she got here, or how to get home.&nbsp; Or why she was even here to begin with.&nbsp; The lack of knowing anything was what scared her the most and had her heart beating wildly. <br><br>Just as the footsteps became louder and a shadow fell across where&nbsp; Portia had just been sitting, Seylin changed once more.&nbsp; It was a large, silver bear the man in gleaming armor encountered when he turned the corner.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:45:36</strong>
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				With liquid like grace Michael was all ready in motion the very moment the words left his mouth. They both knew that this time was coming but now that it was here it was all too fast, too real. They had spent the better part of their lives training and waiting for this moment and now all that time seemed to be for naught as there was not enough time left. He was close to where the disturbance was but not near enough to reach there first. His brother was all ready marshaling his forced to make the first move and if he reached the puncture in their world first. Well, he did not really want to think about what the consequences would be to such an interaction. He knew his brother’s methods far too well. He could dazzle the most jaded court adviser or king based on his abilities, to persuade them into a situation that no one in their right mind would have ever consented to. It was one of the many powers of the Light itself. The champion of Light had mastered that particular strength of his power far and above what even the best masters had ever hoped to achieve. Illusion was strong but it could be bested by looking at the one thing that the Light could not hide the shadow it always cast. It could chase it away, diffuse it but no matter how hard it fought it was always there.<br><br>Three more steps and he was outside of the tree line where his horse was hopefully still waiting. All of the wildlife around them would be in a near uproar at the tearing of the world. People, for the most part, were oblivious to the voice of the world unless they were taught how to hear it. The animals, on the other hand, were always listening and always reacting and such a violent upheaval would not go unnoticed. Michael arrived placing a comforting hand on the black stallion. “Shhh,” he whispered softly the other grabbing the rein from the tree and brushing his hand over its forehead. “I know, I felt it too but you are a horse that runs with the wolves. Surely such a thing like a minor world altering event isn’t anywhere close to that?” He gave the horse a smile and with it calm enough by his touches and the soothing words he vaulted into the saddle.<br><br>“Now, show me just how fast you can be Midnight.” He relaxed the reigns giving the horse full clearance to go as fast as it could. He would touch his leg here and there steering it with the pressure of his thighs so that it would go in the direction they needed. Other horsemen had to break the horse’s spirit through pain and force to make them into a prized steed. Michael was not one of those men. He treated the horse as an equal with kindness of that from a friend. He trusted the beautiful beast and intern he was able to get that trust back. Because of this bond, the two of them were one of the best horsemen in all of the land. They would not be able to fight one or the other because it was always two against one and numbers were on their side.<br><br>Each step brought him closer to the source, to where his brother had all ready arrived. His eyes glanced down nervously to the blade that was held to the saddle. He would need that soon enough. This was the first step in their conflict and it could no longer be avoided. Blood would need to be spilled and soon, if the very Gods were with him, his blood would be the last that was required.<br><br>Not knowing what to expect he drew the darkened blade from its resting point and held it in his hand as the horse galloped through the terrain to their final destination. It felt at home within his grasp but at the same time alien in its touch. It was a quiet hope that it never felt perfect for him that it always felt odd when wielding an instrument that only was created to sow death and destruction. If he could hold onto that last little bit of innocence maybe he could save their world to come. With a quick twirl of the blade the horse leaped through the line to the clearing and he was finally able to see what object was to be the catalyst of the last and greatest of wars.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 15:38:53</strong>
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				“Well, hello there.&nbsp; This is a pleasant surprise.”<br><br>Portia's heart wouldn't stop thudding hard against her chest as she stared up at the tall, handsome knight – her best guess at the moment considering the armor he wore, the coat of arms proudly displayed over the gleaming chest piece – and the large, white wolf that prowled beside him.&nbsp; His voice was gentle and warm with its masculinity, and despite the fear and panic, she found herself wanting to trust him.&nbsp; At least trust him enough to speak to him.&nbsp; Yet, she held her silence, and Seylin tensed as the knight approached her patch of foliage.&nbsp; He stopped when Seylin growled a warning at him, a kind and understanding smile capturing his features; his eyes, however, were bright and smoldering and hadn't stopped moving over her, what he could see of her anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>“I assure you that I mean you no harm.&nbsp; I am not the darkness you should fear.&nbsp; I am Prince Jacob the White.&nbsp; Perhaps I could offer you my cloak?”<br><br>Slowly a breath shuddered from Portia as she glanced to Seylin, who gave no gesture or outward remark.&nbsp; Then a couple moments later Seylin held out a paw toward the proclaimed Prince and accepted the cloak.&nbsp; Portia soon found herself swaddled in the large white cloak and very slowly rising up from behind the bush.&nbsp; Seylin remained in bear form and stood protectively beside her, no longer growling at the knight but not precisely being friendly toward him or the wolf.&nbsp; Portia wasn't sure what to think of him, especially now that the fear had subsided into caution.<br><br>“Thank you,” she managed after a moment, her hands curling around the clock that twirled down to her calves.&nbsp; Jacob's eyes now couldn't stop flickering down to her ankles and she hadn't missed how his breath had caught when she'd spoken; overall, it was a little unnerving.&nbsp; “I … Ah.&nbsp; Where am I?”<br><br>Surprise flickered across Jacob's face as she looked back to her eyes and then smiled, slowly. “Why, my dear --”&nbsp; His words cut off as hoofbeats thundered and the peace of the gardens was once more disturbed.&nbsp; It was another man this time that charged into the scene, a scream frozen in Portia's lungs as she instinctively went scrambling away and Seylin immediately lunged in front of her.&nbsp; Unlike Jacob, however, this one gleamed with darkness.&nbsp; He, too, had a wolf beside him and like the large horse it was black as midnight.&nbsp; When he dismounted, for a moment Portia was struck by just how similar they did appear in physique and features.&nbsp; A pair of features that were equally hardening, male looked upon male.&nbsp; <br><br>Who was this?!&nbsp; The fear began to return as the Prince drew a white handled sword, the air hissing with its quick, smooth withdrawal from its sheath, and he gave a quick, gently glance to Portia.<br><br>“Have no fear, fair one, I will protect you.”<br><br><em>I am not the darkness you should fear...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 23:11:26</strong>
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				The fear that had coiled around his stomach was true. He had been too late. There his brother was in the clearing the key all ready in his clutches no doubt. The prophesy hinted at a battle and many thought it would be between the gather armies caught within the political maneuverings and religious zealotry but what if it could be fought only between the two champions. Why did all the others have to pay for their fight, their prophesy? His horse came to a stop when it settled fully on that of Jacob, his sword was all ready drawn but he held nothing more. There. His eyes moved. Michael’s eyes followed as it settled onto a girl wrapped around in the cloak of the White Prince. The dark knight’s head tiled slightly confusion evident on his face as he slid from his mount. The blade was still naked in his hand.<br><br>His wolf was beside him, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end making a show of threatening posture. If there was to be a fight the wolf was a perfect reflection of the master. There had been to many times where his brother had come offering peace and understanding only to have the edge of the blade turn upon the wolf or the man and threatened to cut deep into their hearts. The scars of such encounters were still upon his skin and he had to trod carefully around his honor-less brother. The scares were to be a reminder that Jacob was hungry for power and had lost his way. That the tenants that they both were taught had been forgotten. He had mourned and prayed for his brother and would always have a soft spot for him. Jacob knew this and always used it to his advantage knowing that while Michael had been the better student in the physical arts he had always beaten him within the mental ones. That when the time came he would always offer the White Knight a chance for redemption. It was his way. They, after all, were family.<br><br>“Brother,” his voice was clear and confident as it rang out and filled the distance between them. “I do not want to fight you. I will if you push me to it. We are just two sides of the same coin, a coin that has exited peacefully for thousands of years and can do so again.” There was a longing in his voice a soft straining to it. There would be no doubt in the sincerity that was contained within. Michael took a deep and slow breath and lowered his sword from the ready position. It would give his brother the advantage but he could not help but try. Maybe once his brother would see reason and they could work together, prophesy be damned.<br><br>It was almost sacrilegious to even think of such a thing but they could make it work. The prophesy was a tangled web of ideas and things and now what ever appeared here was the key to start them all. If they both could hold it together, maybe it would work out. Michael started to close the distance, his wolf following to his side. She was wary. Too many times they started like this and almost every time the first blow, while it was often a cut or easily parried but the emotional toll of it was constantly paid by the dark knight.<br><br>The presence of the female was a bit off putting. She was wearing his cloak and by the corner of his eyes it appeared to be nothing else under it. Could the world tipping like it was been an effect of his brother taking a woman in this sacred space? Michael would not put it past his brother even more so could she be in danger? Had he started down the path of human sacrifice for his lust for power? There were too many questions and he feared they would all come down to the answer of steel on steel.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through the Mirror [( Cerigo &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 06:56:46</strong>
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				In all the situations Portia had ever wanted to be in, this was certainly not one of them!&nbsp; Seylin remained alert and prepared to physically defend her, yet as the Black Knight approached, the bear’s muscles seemed to relax a little.&nbsp; Strange.&nbsp; He was the one who appeared far more menacing than the one who had given her the cloak.&nbsp; Yet, the Black Knight wasn’t attacking; he seemed hesitant, cautious, and a seed of panic flared through her as she noticed the White Knight tensing.&nbsp; Then he shifted, standing in front of her as if trying to shield her from sight, and half drew the gleaming sword from its sheath.<br><br>“There is nothing for you here, Brother,” he called out as the white wolf near him lifted its head, eyes swept over to the darker colored wolf.&nbsp; Muscles rippled and shifted as the wolf moved away from the White Knight, met the female wolf half way as the two brothers stared each other down.&nbsp; With a fare amount of fascination, Portia’s attention was diverted to the wolves as they seemed to greet each other with affection, their muzzles nuzzling into each other’s necks before they turned to pad a few feet from their respective knights.&nbsp; Although both were keeping a keen eye on the proceedings, neither seemed inclined to intercede or really get involved beyond bearing witness.&nbsp; Moistening her lips, Portia glanced to Seylin and slowly raised her brows.&nbsp; <br><br>If they did not have to stay here, she would rather they didn’t.&nbsp; While she had no clue where she was really, she had no intentions of becoming any part of a quarrel – that wasn’t going to help get her home.&nbsp; Not that she knew how to get home, either, but staying here and listening to what apparently were two dueling brothers verbally and/or physically spar.&nbsp; As the White Knight continued talking, prodding and trying to bait the Black Knight all the while smiling, trying to make him go on his business, Portia quietly began to crept away from the bush she had been half hiding behind.&nbsp; Wide eyes were kept on the pair as she shifted further behind Seylin and used the bear’s mass to further hide her figure.&nbsp; <br><br>Where are we going to go?<br><br>The voice in her head stopped her blank until she realized it was Seylin and her heart resumed beating.&nbsp; Her lips began to part before she quickly closed them, shot her companion a look.&nbsp; <br><br>Let the words be your thoughts.<br><br>Portia’s eyes rolled heavenward.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; I don’t really know!&nbsp; I am not staying here for this, though.&nbsp; Any ideas?<br><br>Seylin paused, slowly walking backward to keep Portia disguised as the pair moved into the shadows of the woods and took better cover.&nbsp; There is a village not far, and the main city is not much further than that.&nbsp; We need to get you clothed, that we can take care of on the way. <br><br>Portia wasn’t about to ask how.&nbsp; All that mattered was that they were getting away, hopefully to safety.&nbsp; As the pair went deeper into the trees, their figures now lost to all visible sight, neither of them noticed the black wolf’s head raise and eyes dart over toward them.&nbsp; Nor did they see her shoulder’s rise in what could have been considered a heavy sigh before her attention went back to the brothers.&nbsp; In the woods, Portia took in a breath as Seylin nudged her onto his back.&nbsp; Keeping the cloak wrapped around her as best as possible, she leaned down and gently held onto the large bear’s frame, then a little tighter as he began to run, his powerful legs carrying them quickly away from the scene.&nbsp; <br>
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