Aiyanna

OOC: Hrm...why'd she leave? ::glances at clock:: Shoot. can't type anymore...I've gotta go. I hate TIME! IT IS ALWAYS SO FAST!...and yet...so slow...::slumps away pouting...:: Oh, you could always have your character fall for another person...or something odd like that.

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: sorry I'm late. Been busy. TESTS SUCK! YAARG! though I can say that I have lost 5 punds because I haven't had time to really do much besides wolf down a few bites to eat...I guess loosing weight from not eating is a bad thing...but 5 pounds gone! Oh yeah! IC: Amaya was standing in a vacant but messily clutter hallway of rubble, breathing heavily. In some freakish turn of luck she had barely managed to escape what seemed like half the castle crumbling with her underneath it. Though she had escaped most of the falling rubish, alot of it had fallen on top of her, and she had had to worm her way out of some tight places. Thus, she had smears of soot and dirt on her face and hands, a few scratches, and tears on her clothes. She did have one cut that had sliced it's way across her cheek, and she could feel blood trickling out of it, but she payed it no mind. She hadn't meant to get caught in anything, because of course, she hadn't planned for the castle to be set afire. She was actually on her way back from the Armory, where she had been looking for a suitable sword. Ashrels teachings had been quite effective, in her opinion, and though she wasn't the best fighter in the army, she could now at least defend herself and attack. Now the sword she had picked was an interesting one. She hadn't thought to find something that she would adapt to so quickly in the King's armory, but she had found what seemed like the perfect weapon for. The blade was thin and long, and thought it was not exactly like Ashrels, it was very similar. It was a bit thicker, and it curved ever so slightly. The sheath for it was a dark greenish color, and the hilt seemed made for her small grip. It was balanced perfectly, and she could move with it like it was a third arm or something. All in all she was very happy with the sword. And she was eternally grateful to Ashrel for teaching it to her. "Now, I just need to find someone to pratice my newly found skill on." SHe grinned and brushed herself off, laying a hand over the sheathed sword buckled to her waist. She headed off towards the central hallway at a quick trot, avoiding fallen timbers and stones. She saw no one as she traveled, and as she was looking around, she ran right into the king himself and stumbled backwards from his firm body, her arms windmilling as she tried to regain her balance before she fell. "God, I must look like an idiot!" she muttered to herself as she fell backwards, her attempt at balance failing. She grinned up at the King as he turned to see what had hit him, and a red flush crept across her cheeks.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Okay then...this'll be my last for this chappie...:) IC: Amaya walked slowly down the hallways of the castle, running her hand along the smooth, cold stone wall. She was watching slipper-clad feet as she walked, thinking deeply, so her emerald green eyes appeared out of focus. Rumors had been floating around lately. Lots of different ones, true ones, false ones, absurd ones and ones that would be probable...As she had been a slave in the castle for so long, she could decipher what most of the rumors meant. The first one sparked a flare of jealousy inside her, and even as she thought of it, a glimmer entered her eyes. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. The rumor that Sarah was released from her slavery was enough to envy, but it was also said that the King himself had taken an interest in her, and not as a...a kind of pet...like the rest of his slaves were. It was said King Damion was falling in love with this Sarah. Amaya sighed regretfully. She had wished that it would be her, but...life goes on. She didn't have the courage to tell her king, so he probably didn't notice anyways. Now the second rumor was barely a whisper, but it was everywhere, if you could figure out the hidden meanings. Amaya didn't like to think about it, and it angered her, but this second rumor was what caused her to be doing what she was going to do now. The second whisper, and a whisper it was, was of revolt. A rebellion seemed to be in the makings, and Amaya wasn't sure what she could do. She could defend herself quite well if she needed to, but she had no real skill at all, and she knew that she would need skill if she were to be on the side of her King. And thus, she wound up in front of the dining hall doors. The intricately carved wooden doors seemed to stare down at her, and steeling herself, Amaya pushed them slowly open. She knew what she would find. There were no nobles in the hall, and the King had been taken away. But one person was standing there, at the table. Amaya had never really liked the woman who stood there, but she respected her postion. Ashrel had always appeared a cold hearted woman, working her way up into power, and Amaya had seen, unlike her king, the womans desperate try at gaining his love. They probably would have fit perfectly together. Both were hard, cold, experienced...and both seemed heartless. But as Amaya knew, Ashrel wasn't as heartless as she made herself out to be. Nobody could be that cold... Clearing her throat. Gripped her trousers and made a hurried curtsy. Ashrel seemed to be startled out of some deep thoughts, and turned abruptly towards her, taking on the cold appearance again. Amaya curstied again and lowered her gaze. "Lady Ashrel, Ma'am..." she paused, fingering her trousers, then continued slowly. " You have probably deciphered the rumors as I have...and you probably know that a revolt is seemingly on it's way. I... I don't know how to fight, but I know fighting there will indeed be." Amaya looked up to see Ashrel studying her, and taking a deep breath, rushed out what she was going to say. "Lady Ashrel, you are the only woman that I really know that knows how to fight, and I was wondering...I am asking if you could please teach me. I want to be able to defend my kings position along with him, and I don't know how to fight properly. Please, Lady, please will you teach me how to use a sword or something that can help me fight?" her words rushed together at the end, and she shuffled her feet slightly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]Name: Amaya Liluye Age: 20 Height: 5'4 Weight: 122 Gender: Female General Appearance: Amaya Liluye isn't very tall for her 20 years of age, and she doesn't weight very much, but her appearance can easily grab second and even third glances. Though she was a slave, she walked like she was a noble, with a fiery personality and a strong loyalty to her king. He was a King after all. She had shoulder lenght hair with the luster of a deep chestnut color and natural red and gold-brown highlights streaking their way through it. Her bright green eyes raidate with life, taking in every bit of it, reflecting the bright and shining soul that she had. Her figure was lean, slim at the waist, nice sized hips, and a large bosom that she tried not to emphasize. She hated when women flaunted themselves pointlessly. People could see that they were pretty. Her hands were small but strong, and her feet also small. She had a strong nose and full cherry lips. She was well toned, but not so much that it would be too noticed by men. Buff women were not in her taste either, though she did know that a woman had to be strong to survive in the world. Her lightly tanned skin was unmarred but for a long, thin scar that stretched across her stomach and around to her lower back. On average, she wore her slave livery, but she enjoyed wearing skirts that would swish and ripple with her movement, and a top that had a high collar. A person could tell that she could to almost every and any task set to her, and could work through whatever task her king wanted her to. She was loyal to him, and him alone. Occupation: One of the Kings slaves, and though she sometimes has wished over being a noble, she is satisfied with what she is doing. Doing something, in her eyes, is better than nothing. Bio: Amaya doesn't know who her parents are, having been born during the deep parts of winter somewhere in a barn. She must've been taken in by someone, who took care of her until she was about 10, though she never found out who that person was, though she asked many times. The woman, who she remembered as being slightly fat, with a hard cold face, had always told her to stop questioning. At the age of 10 she was sent away from the farm that she had basically called home, told to go find somewhere else, that those who had lent her thier home for so long couldn't support her anymore. She had wandered around, sleeping in haystacks when she could, developing a cold hate towards the world. She had been taken in by many homes as she journeyed on an aimless path, and her hate had softened only slightly by the age of 12. A life on the move was a life that nobody wanted, in her eyes, and she desperately wanted someone to love, to be loved by. She started to change her ways when she was called into work at a tavern, acting a serving maid. She started to learn the good in people, and her hate softened and melted. That was the first time she had ever seen the future King Damion, though she had dismissed him as just another boy who was older than her, attractive, but way out of her league. He would never look her way. The time came when work at the Tavern began to slow down again, and she had to move on, finding part time jobs where she could so that she could get food. Around 15 she had an experience that caused her to join the rebellion that Damion was calling up, though she couldn't do much. She had never spoken of the experience, but she has the scar that reminds her every day to be careful of who she talks with. After Damion formed his own kingdom, Ayame had been taken into his service as a slave, around when she was 18. Since then, she has obeyed his every command, jumping when he said jump, quacking if he said quack. He was her king, and she felt the utmost loyalty to him, for taking him into his service, providing something for her to do, a shelter for her, and for giving her something to long for. His love. She knew she could never have it, for he was a cold, seemingly heartless king, but she admired him more than anyone. He was strong, and iron hard. He was commanding just in one look, and she wanted to serve. Recently, word has gotten around the slave quarters that one of the slave girls, Sarah, the one that she had previously tried to help, has been freed. Amaya is...envious...that Sarah was freed by the King himself, and she can guess why. Love, of course, other wise her beloved king would never do such a thing. She knew that he had to have a soft side somewhere, and regrets that she was never the one to have gotten him to show it to her, but what has happened happened. She won't say anything, she never has. Her secret love for her king has gone unnoticed, and apparently always will. She still remains faithfull to her king, and it seems as if a revolt is on it's way. It's been in the whispers of the common people and the servants of the castle. Revolt...Amaya would probably have to figure out some way that she could fight and defend her king and his kingdome.[/COLOR] By they way, I will try to post as often as possible, but I am apologizing ahead of times for my long-in-between-posts. I have little time these days, and don't always have enough to plan out a post.

[COLOR=Indigo]Amaya was taken by total surprise by her King's actions, but with only a flutter of her eyelashes and a bow was how she reacted. She understood. But she had not meant to betray him. As her king left the room, she frowned after him, rubbing her neck. Why would he ever think that she would betray him? She had never thought of it. She never would think of it. He was her king. Dismissing those thoughts, she quietly got up again and walked to her door. His orders had been for her to not wander around without his permission again...but she wanted to check on Sarah. She had no doubt that the clothes had been for the woman. She could feel bruises starting to form on her neck where Damion had grabbed her. It was not the first time she had been bruised, but she hoped he hadn't really meant to hurt her. After only once more hesitating, she took a breath and left her room. She was going to have to find Damion and ask him permission to go see Sarah. After carefully walking the halls, keeping an eye out and occassionally rubbing the new bruise on her neck, Amaya found him on his way back to his chambers. She cleared her throat and almost timidly walked to his side. "My Lord..." Her emerald eyes found his cold hard ones and she had to stop for a moment. How she wished those eyes would show at least a little passion for her. But they didn't. They never did. sadness flickered across her own features before she modeled them into meekness once more. "My King, I ask permission to check on the slave girl, Sarah, who is at the moment residing in the dungeons."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]Amaya didn't get much sleep during the night, but her looks did not reflect that at all. She slipped on her normal slave garb, a pair of loose trousers that sat low on her hips and a loose shirt that often slipped off her shoulders. Her authority from last night was gone. She had been her Kings companion last night, but now she was just a normal slave girl again. But she could talk to other slaves. It wouldn't hurt her to do that. King Damion trusted her enough to let her visit with others, and help get them used to their new occupation. She had heard a woman screaming from the dungeons, and had known it was the girl who had slipped out when Amaya had gone to show her to her rooms...poor girl. She wasn't very intelligent. SHe should've just accepted what she had to do. Everything would go easier then. Making her way through the hallways, she kept her eyes averted downwards. As she was a slave, she was lower than even the servants. It was considered rude to make eye contact with them. After a while, she made it to the Dungeons, and requested permission inside. The guards looked at each other, and then nodded and let her pass. She could feel their eyes on her back, tracing her figure as she passed by them, and one of them had the nerve to actually reach out and run his hand down her hip. She clenched her teeth and ignored him. She couldn't do anything about it anyways. "Sarah?" she called gently as she walked past the cells. There was no response, but she did find the girl. She was leaning against the wall of her cell, using a bed-sheet as a cover. "Sarah? Are you okay?" She hated seeing anyone in the dungeons. She would have to talk to Damion later. It was no way to treat one of the slaves, even if they were the lowest people in the castle. She fixed Sarah with a kind gaze, and hoped it was comforting. [/color]

[COLOR=Indigo]Amaya slipped out into the quiet hallways, her skirts whispering softly with each move. She sighed and leaned back against the door, closing her emerald green eyes. The faint clash of metal on metal sounded behind her, and continued for a few minutes before fading away. Opening her eyes again, she moved off down the hallways, making a slow bee-line for King Damions chambers. There, she was told, awaited a girl named Sarah, whom she was supposed to tend to. As she passed by Lady Ashrels chambers, she thought she heard a moan. She shook her head. Ashrel was up to her tricks...Amaya herself had done similar things to what Ashrel was doing now, but she knew that whoever was pleasing Ashrel was probably not doing it out of any sort of love. Ashrel was a hard woman, with a passion for cold things like death and blood. She would probably have forced whoever it was in there into doing what they were doing. Amaya would never force anyone into anything like that... [I]Ahh well...none of my business...[/I] Amaya said to herself as she moved past Ashrels chambers and onwards towards her King's. Stopping outside the gilded doors to her Kings chambers, she paused, then rose her hand and knocked gently on the door. She would try to be polite to this new girl and notify her that she was coming in. After hearing no response, she opened the door a crack and then slid through, reclosing it with a small click. She looked towards the bed, expecting to find this Sarah there, but instead found her laying next to the bed on the floor, apparently asleep. She smiled gently and glided over to where the woman lay. She appeared a few years older than Amaya herself, if looks could be trusted. Bending down. Amaya lay a gentle hand on the womans shoulder and shook her awake. "Hey, Sleepy head, get up!" She said, her voice smooth. THe womans eyelids flickered, and then opened. Green eyes stared up at her. Amaya smiled again, a reassuring kind smile. The woman had appeared tense even as she slept. "Hello...I'm supposed to show you to your chambers." Amaya said, and Sarah sat up, blinking sleep out of her eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Sorry I'm late. I've been goin through some stuff lately. I will try to get into the flow, though I think that maybe I am posting a bit late...who knows? Amaya had obeyed her King's orders immediately, and had gone back to her room to find a suitable dress. She didn't have too many, but she thought she knew the perfect one. A slight smile had spread across her lips when Damion had chosen her, though she had tried not to give any other sign of satisfaction. She had a mostly plain room, with basic furnishings such as a bed, a sturdy table, two chairs and a wardrobe for her cloths. She also had a wash-tub and a mirror. Walking smoothly over to her wardrob, she flung the doors open and started her search for the perfect dress. She didn't want something to flaunt herself, as she hated when women did that, but teasing wasn't something that she would go out of her way to avoid. She especially wanted to please her king. She finally decided on a dark forest green dress that brought out the hues in her eyes. It had a nice cut to it, one that she though her King would appreciate, because it emphasized the shape of her waist and hips, not to mention her breasts. The neckline swooped only enough that it gave a modest baring of chest, and it had a little bit of embroidered leaves and vines creeping up the half-sleeves and playing around the hems. She wore soft slipper-like shoes and did her hair up in a knot, with chestnut curls hanging down to frame her pretty face. She was overall satisified when she stepped in front of the mirror to inspect the affect. Hopefully, King Damion would like it. The maid she had chosen was waiting outside her door for her, and Amaya smiled at her as they both exchanged slight curtsies. Then she walked towards King Damions chambers, hoping that she hadn't chosen something he wouldn't like. She only wanted to please her king, and was faithful to him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] Name: Amaya Liluye Age: 20 Height: 5'4 Weight: 122 Gender: Female General Appearance: Amaya Liluye isn't very tall for her 20 years of age, and she doesn't weight very much, but her appearance can easily grab second and even third glances. Though she was a slave, she walked like she was a noble, with a fiery personality and a strong loyalty to her king. He was a King after all. She had shoulder lenght hair with the luster of a deep chestnut color and natural red and gold-brown highlights streaking their way through it. Her bright green eyes raidate with life, taking in every bit of it, reflecting the bright and shining soul that she had. Her figure was lean, slim at the waist, nice sized hips, and a large bosom that she tried not to emphasize. She hated when women flaunted themselves pointlessly. People could see that they were pretty. Her hands were small but strong, and her feet also small. She had a strong nose and full cherry lips. She was well toned, but not so much that it would be too noticed by men. Buff women were not in her taste either, though she did know that a woman had to be strong to survive in the world. Her lightly tanned skin was unmarred but for a long, thin scar that stretched across her stomach and around to her lower back. On average, she wore her slave livery, but she enjoyed wearing skirts that would swish and ripple with her movement, and a top that had a high collar. A person could tell that she could to almost every and any task set to her, and could work through whatever task her king wanted her to. She was loyal to him, and him alone. Occupation: One of the Kings slaves, and though she sometimes has wished over being a noble, she is satisfied with what she is doing. Doing something, in her eyes, is better than nothing. Bio: Amaya doesn't know who her parents are, having been born during the deep parts of winter somewhere in a barn. She must've been taken in by someone, who took care of her until she was about 10, though she never found out who that person was, though she asked many times. The woman, who she remembered as being slightly fat, with a hard cold face, had always told her to stop questioning. At the age of 10 she was sent away from the farm that she had basically called home, told to go find somewhere else, that those who had lent her thier home for so long couldn't support her anymore. She had wandered around, sleeping in haystacks when she could, developing a cold hate towards the world. She had been taken in by many homes as she journeyed on an aimless path, and her hate had softened only slightly by the age of 12. A life on the move was a life that nobody wanted, in her eyes, and she desperately wanted someone to love, to be loved by. She started to change her ways when she was called into work at a tavern, acting a serving maid. She started to learn the good in people, and her hate softened and melted. That was the first time she had ever seen the future King Damion, though she had dismissed him as just another boy who was older than her, attractive, but way out of her league. He would never look her way. The time came when work at the Tavern began to slow down again, and she had to move on, finding part time jobs where she could so that she could get food. Around 15 she had an experience that caused her to join the rebellion that Damion was calling up, though she couldn't do much. She had never spoken of the experience, but she has the scar that reminds her every day to be careful of who she talks with. After Damion formed his own kingdom, Ayame had been taken into his service as a slave, around when she was 18. Since then, she has obeyed his every command, jumping when he said jump, quacking if he said quack. He was her king, and she felt the utmost loyalty to him, for taking him into his service, providing something for her to do, a shelter for her, and for giving her something to long for. His love. She knew she could never have it, for he was a cold, seemingly heartless king, but she admired him more than anyone. He was strong, and iron hard. He was commanding just in one look, and she wanted to serve. [/COLOR]

[FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=Indigo]OOC: well...kinda dull eh...and I was going to pick up the scent in this post Abel, but you didn't give me the chance.... IC: Ciarra caught the wink that Hashu gave Von, and blushed. She stared at her toes while she was walking towards the lake with Von, unsure of what to say. There had been alot that had gone on in the past few hours/days, plus, she wasn't so sure how to handle the feelings that she seemed to have whenever she was around him. "erm..." she cleared her throat, but was still at a loss for words. They arrived at the Lake, and Ci finally looked up, blinking her eyes once. "well err...I...err..." she had no clue how to say exactly what she wanted to say, and her tongue seemed to have turned to cotton. Von looked at her, seeming confused, but smiling still. She gave him a smile and then tried again, bending down to fill a bucket with water as she attempted to find her voice. "well," she started uncertainly. "I figure it would be right to tell you...about how I have been feeling. I don't remember if I have ever felt this way before...but something tells me this is the first time." Cia paused. "I seem to be thinking about you alot lately, ever since we met you've been on my mind more and more. When I see you...I feel happier and almost lightheaded." Standing up again with a full bucket, she looked up into Von's eyes, wanting to see what they would show when she spoke her next words. After a short silence, she spoke again, "I think...I think I might be in love with you." IC:buwahahahaha! Intense! except...kinda boring too...I am rusty...I haven't RP'd for a bit, and my brain is dead...[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: CURSE YOU ALL! DAMNIT! I don't want to post agian, but seeing as I am forced to...grrrr...lazy people...:: points accusingly at Halas and Hashu and all the other freaks who stopped posting pages ago...:: IC: Yelping slightly, Ciarra jumped out of the way as von suddenly fell unconcious...[I]Well...great timing big dude...[/I] she thought, but her wolfish face was wrinkled in concern. [I]Men are stupid. They think they can do stuff, but then they end up using up too much energy or straining their back or something dumb like that, thus getting the rest of the group they may be traveling with...nowhere...[/I] Ciarra pulled back her lip in a wolfish grin/laugh and sat down at Arian's feet, gazing up at her with her green eyes. [I]I wonder how long it will take till she says I'm cute or something...[/I]Her tongue hung slightly out of her mouth and she shifted from paw to paw, still looking up at Arian and wagging her tail slightly. 5...4...3...2...1... "AWWW! Isn't Ciarra cute as a little wolfie! She's just like a cute little puppy except bigger and...fluffier!" Arian stated, going all watery eyed. Hashu laughed and shook his head and Halas frowned slightly. "I suppose she is kinda like a puppy..." he said. Ciarra glanced at him and shifted into the form of a baby wolf. [I]Mine as well entertain them while we wait for Von to wake up...[/I] She wagged her small tail and wobbled over to Halas, sitting on his feet and giving a slight yap. "I almost can forget that it's actually Ci, not a real wolf...she's So cute!" said Arian, and picked Ci up. Ciarra squirmed in Arians tight embrace. [I]Choking me...Choking me...[/I] "Uh...Arian...she's turning blue...I didn't think wolves could do that..." "Wha...OH! Sorry Ci..." She said, placing a gasping ci-pup back onto the ground. Disgruntled, Ciarra shook herself and then walked over to Von, becoming a full grown wolf again as she did. She sighed, and then after circling him once, decided to try to wake him up...there wasn't really time for fooling around...or unconciousness...She backed up as far as she could and then started running. ARROOOO! Ciarra howled and then leaped onto Von, turning into a pup again as she did so, and landing upon him a bit hardly... "ACK! Wha?!" Von sat up, sending a Cia-pup tumbling off him. "A bit harsh Ci...wouldn't ya say?" commented a smiling Hashu. OOC: There...Katana has been complaining that my posts are too melancholy and serious...so I posted a humorous one for once...or at least, I hope it is humorous...maybe it'll at least be enlightening...AND YOU ALL BETTER START POSTING REAL POSTS, NOT THIS SHORTIE SHORT CRAP! JEEZ! AM I THE ONLY REAL RPER HERE? ::flips out...:: ::takes out knife threateningly and glares at people::[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Well...it seems like nobody else is willing to post, and though I don't have any good ideas, I will make a short post...after that, It's up to ya'll... IC: Holding a silver bow tightly in one hand, with a quiver full of silver arrows attatched to her waist, Ciarra Amaya'Liluye was as ready for battle as she could be. She didn't like to fight, and hated killing anything, but she could, and would do it if something threatened the lives of her friends, or herself. Glancing at Hashu, Cia could sense he was ready for a battle. He also seemed to have this aura of assurance around him, as if he thought he could take them all by himself. Though Cia never used the word impossible, she though it was highly improbably and implausible that he could kill them all by himself. After studying the prints and tracks of the Balverines, Ciarra had pointed off into the forest, toward the west. "I am guessing that the Balverines are nocturnal creatures, and do not come out during the day. While we were fighting them last night, I noticed their eyes. They have big eyes and the pupils were wide. They are night creatures. If you noticed, they moved around with more ease at night then a cat or an owl, or a human. They won't be coming back until after dusk, so we can wait here, or go and attack them when they are weakest, which is while the sun is bright." Ci hadn't been able to help with the weapons, but with her knowledge of forests and animals, she could help them with tracking the Balverines if they wanted her to. "Well, I say we go after them now. I know I can't see well in the dark, and striking the oppponant when they are weak seems to be a wise idea." said Arian. "What say you, Halas?" "Whatever suits you all best, I'll follow." He smiled briefly and played with a ball of fire in his hands. "And you, Von?" "I'll say we go now. Ci already pointed out that they are stronger at night, and I personally am sick of throwing clods of dirt at strong things." "Okay then, It's decided! We go now!" Ciarra stated. "It seems like the cowardly way to me..." a male voice muttered. Everyone glanced at Hashu. "What? It does!" he said with a shrug. "It doesn't matter to me anyways. Let's just get rid of them." Ciarra nodded, and after hesitating for a second, decided to change her shape. "I'm going to become a wolf, so as I can track their scent along with their prints. Just follow along behind me." She grinned at them before closing her eyes and she could her them shift uncomfortably as her body started changing into that of a wolf. [I]It probably would be a little unsettling to watch...[/I]Opening her eyes, which were still green, despite that wolves didn't have green eyes, Ciarra looked up and briefly wagged her tail. She glanced at her bow and quiver, and after some thought, picked it up in her jaws and deposited it by Vons feet. Hopefully he would get what she meant. After that, she trotted off into the forest, her nose to the ground, her tail up and her ears perked. [I]At least I can help some way![/I] she thought, and continued her tracking. OOC: That didn't turn out so short did it...::giggles:: [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][FONT=Palatino Linotype]OOC: Well...That was quick...::smiles:: I guess it's somethin to do! [I]Hashu...here? He had gone off and left us for some unknown mission type thing...why was he here?[/I] Ciarra thought to herself, and then giggled. Of course...he would have to turn up just when they were coming out of some dark creepy forest where some ape-wolf thing had attacked us the night before. [I]Perfect timing, Hashu, right when any fiction novel would have had you appear.[/I] "Well, I guess we have to deal with having a man around again." Ci muttered, though she was still happy to see him, despite that he had left out of the blue, and then appeared suddenly again. The forest creature had kinda shaken her, but of course, she would never admit that. "Yeap...he's gonna go leading us around and trying to protect us. Wanna turn around?" was Arian's sarcastic reply.One look from Ci told her that they probably wouldn't go back in that forest for awhile. Walking around, Ciarra glanced at the smouldered corpses and was careful not to bother any of them. She hadn't realized at first glance what this building was, and then, with a sick feeling in her stomach realized it was another lab like the one she had left behind in the desert. [I]How many of these dratted things are there? Wait...would this lab be able to tell me anything about myself? Does it have my files? but yet...do I want to know...?[/I] all this buzzed through Ciarra's head as she walked past room and rooms until finally she came to one, where the computer screen was still on. It looked like the user had left and not bothered to turn off the machine. She paused in the doorway, biting her lip. She had a few memories, would more information about herself just make things worse? For a second Ci just stood there, and once turned away from the room, but she turned back to it and entered, sitting on the seat in front of the computer. It was still warm...somebody had just left... She gazed at the keyboard and wondered if it really did have her file...would she read it?[/COLOR] [/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Meep...I hope I'm not too late...or that I am one too many or somethin...sorry if I suck at this, this is my first...err..."Real Life" kinda RP. I am more of a deep fantasy type, so if I suck, feel free to tell me. :) Name: Amaya Liluye Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Amaya stands at 5 foot 4, and has moderately long, shining, chestnut coloured hair with natural reddish and light brown highlights. She has stunning eyes, an extraordinary shade of emerald fire, which at times can give away all her emotions, and at other times, can hide them all. Her skin is umblemished, a light tan colour, and she is slim and curvy in figure, with large breasts, slim waist, and nice hips. She has small hands and feet. She normally wears a tight shirt with a low-cut neckline, and a loose skirt that extends to her knees. These vary in colour, as any different outfit would. Her normal shoe is a soft lace-up like boot, and she normally wears fingerless gloves on her hands. Her voice is clear and smooth, melodic, and calm. Personality: Amaya is shy, loyal, and withdrawn. She is not quick to go to parties, and doesn't say much to many people. She is a good person to talk to about problems, and will speak console and advice to those who ask it of her. She rarely ever gets angry, and smiles alot though nobody seems to notice. Amaya has a side to her that has been hidden since she has come to St. Irvines. It is her unshy, outgoing side. She doesn't show that side because she has not found someone to trust yet, and fears to let people get to know her too well. Extra: Amaya loves magic, and excells in it. Her specialty is with herbs and nature, Transfiguration, and Healing. She has always had a strong magical gift, though she keeps that a hidden fact also. She enjoys helping people, and is great in school. Reading and writing are something she is great at, but math can puzzle her sometimes Love: oh love...Love is something Amaya has never had the opportunity to experience, as she is very quiet and unnoticed. She wishes for love, and has dreamed about it, and does have something of a crush on a certain man she has heard about. She doubts he will ever notice her, but still can dream. She doesn't know his name, but has heard that he is usually withdrawn like herself, and hangs around what the boys would call the bullies. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: I am braindead...and what happened to the others? IC: Ciarra glanced up at the sky, where clouds were gathering and obscuring the light from the moon. Despite that it was still quite warm out, she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. The forest which was off to their left, had gained called all their eyes to it. Squinting her eyes, Ciarra tried to see into it, and after thinking about an owls eyesight in the dark, could focus on the tree line and a lttle way into it. The forest was veiled in darkness, and she didn't see anything out of the normal, but she guessed that whatever the man had been talking about would be further into it. She changed her eyes back to normal and slid over to stand next to Arian for a moment. "What do you think he meant? What would kill people like this?" she asked, though she expected no answer. "I dunno.but whatever it is has to be pretty strong to have taken out a whole city...either that or there are a few of em. But the man only mentioned one.." "Maybe we should go check it out? I could..." Ci paused, "I could fly over it...or through it, in owl form. I could take on any form if I wanted to and try to find it. " "Yeah, you could, but you shouldn't go alone." "Well then you come with me. We'll let the men figure out if there are any survivors in the city, and we can go investigate the forest. What'd'ya say?" Ci's voice had an excited tone to it, and her green eyes sparkled in the darkness. "I'd like to see their reaction to us leaving anyways...and if they go with us, they will be all protecting. I want to do something for myself, find my true powers." Arian nodded, andunder the cover of moodshadows, both of the women slipped off and headed towards the forest. Neither of the men seemed to realize their absense. ___ At the edge of the forest, Ciarra took a breath. Maybe leaving the men behind had been a bad idea...with Von around everything seem so safe... Cia shook her head and looked at Arian, who smiled and saluted her. They both walked into the forest, Ciarra changing her eyes to that of a night animal, and Arian gaining her sight by adjusting to the darkness. THey stayed close to each other as they wandered deeper into the forest, and were aware of the tiniest noises. OOC: Sorry dudes...I want to see your reaction when we leave you! ::wonders if they will come after the two girls...::[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: ::Yawn:: well I guess the fight was a little...entertainment...we really need to spice this up ya' know? But I don't think my post will help much... IC: Ciarra hurried to catch up to Von, as his steps were quite larger then the ones her small feet could make. She glanced back at the man who had fallen among the bikes and sighed, a bit in pity, a bit in irritation, and a bit in gratefulness that he had somehow forced her to change her shape without really thinking about it. Her body still tingled slightly, and she felt like she was missing something, back in her human shape. The lack of wings was awkward, and oh, how she had relished the few moments of flight she had had. She smiled then and slid her hand into Von's. He glanced down at her surpised, but his expression changed into a smile at the sight of the one on Ci's face. He gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back, though she figured her small hand probably didn't make much of an impression on his hand. He probably barely felt it.[I] Ah well...[/I]"I guess I beat you to the flying thing." she stated in a quiet voice, so that neither Arian or Halas would hear. Von nodded and still smiled. "But I still have to take you, I bet you're going to say." "Of course of course! I'm a bit shaken from changing shape like I did, and I think I will wait a little while to try it again...I hadn't expected to try for a long time..." She shrugged. "A promise is still a promise, and you still have to take me someday." Her smile widened as she looked up at him. [I]Gosh...he probably knows how I feel about him now...I hope he doensn't feel the exact opposite of what I feel... [/I] She blushed and looked down as they continued walking.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Yay! We're going on a journey! OOC: Ciarra and the others nodded and stood up when Halas asked them if they were ready. Cia shifted her shoulders so that the loose T-shirt she was wearing fell back into place instead of slipping as it had been. She was slightly embarrassed that she had not come back with anything as the others had, but shrugged it off. It wasn't her fault that this place had no weapons... ******(Passing of time)****** Around 4 hours later, the quartet was still walking, Halas carrying the water, Von gazing at the map and checking the surroundings, Ciarra carrying the pack. Though neither of them tired of carrying the weight of the food in the pack, Arian and Ciarra switched off so that neither of them would feel like they weren't doing anything. It was just kinda something that they knew they didn't want to feel, and prevented it by sharing the work of carrying the pack. Ciarra had started hearing noises again, like the voices of the mice that she had heard in the old Lady's house, but these had a different tone to them. Some had a hard tone, others a...trembling one, and then there were the once that she didn't like at all, the ones that actually seemed to have a tone of hate behind them. She tried to ignore the words of those ones. She knew they were all animals, but she didn't see any of them. The barren land was void of any visible life besides the large cactuses and the brown and dying prickle bushes that popped up occasionally. She attempted to speak back to the voices, but they would go silent when she tried. [I] Is it just that I can hear them...but not speak to them?[/I] she wondered after she had tried the 5th or 6th time. "Ciarra...Ciarra..." Ci looked up and around at Arian, who gave her a questioning look with a smile. "You were spacing out. I figured I should bring you back before you got lost in the abyss of your mind." Arian stated matter-of-factly, then took the pack. "Oh...um...thanks." Was Ci's reply, then she looked in the direction of Halas and Von. her heart beat a little faster when she thought of Von, and she wondered if it was bad that she might possibly be falling for the man. She blushed at her own thoughts, and removed her gaze from the two men and continued walking. St. Helen was somewhere ahead, and maybe some answers would be found there. Until then, she would continue to try to puzzle out the voices and her ability. What else was there to do in a place like this?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: I take it...uh...you have all been busy...maybe... IC: Ciarra watched the tennis ball as it bounced from the hand of Von, to the wall, on the floor, and back to the hand of Von. Her foot tapped in time with the rythmic beat of it and von's voice as he sung a tune that was actually quite beautiful. She fiddled with her braid and some bells that she found, threading them each into the braid so that when she finished, the tiny sound of jingling followed her movements. She sighed and shifted the small box in her hand. though the box was dwarfed in a hand the size of Von's, it was almost the size of her small ones. The contents of the box had brought another memory, though with her nobody could tell when she was having a memory, as she didn't freeze up, go unconcious, or show any signs that something was different with her thinking. She wasn't so sure that she liked this memory, it was sad in some ways, but yet it was not so sad. It was just lonely really...and she could tell that something big had just happened that had awoken a feeling of hate, sorrow, and longing. It was confusing. Flicking open the box again, she withdrew the contents. A sharp arrowhead, not one of the fake ones that they make now, but an actual arrow head, the tip of what she knew was a knife, and a feather covered in a dark reddish brown substance. One look told her that it was blood, and the memory told her that it was her own. She shook her head and placed the contents in her pocket before throwing the box out. She went and sat down against the wall in front of von, getting in the way of the ball. He threw it and she caught it before it could hit the wall and then tossed it back to him. She smiled again and put the worry of memories out of her mind, and Von's words into it. There's no use being sad. It'll just turn you bitter. She summarized.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Deutsch? ::giggles:: Ich spreche ein bisschen Deutsch, und dir? Ich Lerne gern Deutsch. Deutschklasse ist sehr Toll! Frau ist sehr nett! IC: Dissappointment flooded Ciarra as she heard the voices of Arian and Halas. Her heart was racing in her chest and she knew that a blush had crept onto her cheeks. She sighed in regret as his arm slipped from around her waist and she lost the feeling of utter security she had felt when it was there and she was close next to him. The platform dissappeared and their feet touched the ground before the other two would notice. She leaned close to Von for a moment and had to go on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, her melodic voice only audible to him. "Maybe another time. I promise not to tell if you promise you will take me flying some day." She let her heels touch the ground again and smiled up at him, taking his hand and squeezing it once before turning towards Arian and Halas. "Oh Hey Halas, Arian." "hey" was the reply from Halas, and Arian sat next to her with a "Yo." Von sat down on Ciarra's other side, and Halas on Arians. Ciarra met his eyes for a second and winked, and saw his smile and nod. He mouthed the words, [I] I promise [/I] and winked, then focused his attention on Arian. "So where were you two?" "At one of the food joints in the opposite direction. We got a free soda. That was nice of the waitress." They continued talking for awhile as the stars grew brighter. At one point Arian poked her while she was daydreaming about flying. "Are you keeping something from me?" She had asked suspiciously. "N-No, Why would I do that? There is nothing to keep secret." was Ci's response, but she crossed her fingers behind her back to atone for the lie, and knew Arian didn't see it because it was quite dark. The talking had gone on until late at night, and then they decided that instead of going back to the house, they would just stay there. Arian made herself comfy in one of the tubes that little kids enjoyed climbing through to get from one jungle gym to another. Halas slept on a higher tower like structure that had a small pointed roof over it. It was supposed to be a rocketship, but it didn't really resemble one. The only thing that made it obvious that it was was the spraypainted word [I] Rocketship [/I] on the side of it. Von just lay back where he was, and Ciarra was content with where she was stationed, she smiled up at the stars and crept her hand into vons before her eyes closed and she fell asleep. -------- The next morning Ciarra woke, and found Von already awake and gazing into space. She snapped in front of him and smiled, and he smiled back. "You wanna head back to the house?" He asked, and she agreed, though she felt a little bad leaving her two sleeping friends there. Ah well... After sketching a note in the sand that was in a sand box in front of the tube where Arian was slumbering, they set off to the house, and arrived to find 8 small boxes on the step. She reached down, and despite Von's warning, opened the one that had her name on it. Her eyebrows drew down in confusion and she looked around, then closed the box again and held it to her. She said nothing to von about what was in it, just went inside. She knew he had a box too, but she didn't know what was it his. She suspected it wasn't the same as in hers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]Smiling now, Ciarra nodded. That was enough of an answer for her. She concluded to herself that she was going to try to be a little more cheery around from now on. A yawn replaced her smile and she switched to resting her chin on both hands. Her eyes reflected her sleepiness. She looked up at the sky, which had only a few traces of oranges and reds. A scatter of stars were appearing overhead, growing brighter as the dim light faded. She sighed. Night was one of her favorite times. Of course...it was kind of awkward as she couldn't think of anything to talk about with Von, and he didn't seem to be saying much either. She had to stop her mind from wandering back to the questions of her past, and replaced those thoughts with the happy bliss she felt from just looking up at the vast expanse of light-pinpricked velvety blackness that expanded above them like a huge upturned bowl. "I wish I could fly..."she murmured, to quiet for a normal person to hear. Whether Von heard or not, she didn't know, but she switched her emerald eyes back down from the sky. On impact, she reached across the space between them and placed her hand on his. "You know...I am glad that someone like you is with our group. Arian is cheery enough sometimes I think, but It is good to have someone with such an optimistic personality in the area." The curving smile of of soft cherry lips was gentle but bright, her eyes sparkling. OOC: Sorry, short post. I am finishing my cookie baking...and I have to go make sure they are not burning.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]Ciarra smiled at Von, and shook her head. "Truthfully, I am not okay, but I...I hope that someday, I will be. It's all just confusing me, that's all. You don't have to leave, really I should. You were here first." Despite her words, she didn't move, just gazed at him, her eyes shadowed. Finally, she did get up, but instead of leaving she sat down in front of him, so that she was basically at eye level, although he was quite taller than herself and she had to look up a little. She had always found it uncomfortable to be look up at, but men didn't seem to mind. It just wasn't how things were supposed to go, for women to be looked up at. "Ya know...I wonder how the heck I can shapeshift...where would they get the genes for that? And talking to animals...I guess that just comes with it." She paused. "I always liked animals...or at least, I think I did. I don't really remember, but the feeling of animals was familiar, so I figure I must've either had a lot of pets, or lived where there were lots of animals. But that doesn't matter." She sat crosslegged,rested her chin on her hand, her elbow on her knee, and abruptly changed the subject from herself to him. "What about you? Are you okay? You haven't showed any emotion of confusion or...sadness or anything." Her emerald eyes were bright now, and had a sparkle in them. She was interested in this man, the first one to actually have talked to her and Arian. She didn't understand how someone could be so optimistic, and hoped maybe if she hung around him, it would rub off on her a little.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]IC: I swear Mr. Ugamon, you need to find a grammer book and a tutor who will teach you proper spelling, punctuation, and english! It is hard to figure out your posts with all the run-on sentences! It needs to get Real much better! ::giggles:: glad I got that out of my system... IC: ___ Ciarra stood up from the table that Arian, Halas and herself were occupying. "I'm gonna go walk around for a little bit..." She was quite jittery, though she didn't know why, and needed to do something besides sit there. Arian stood up, but Ci shook her head. "I would...err...like to go alone if you don't mind..." Arian shrugged and and Halas nodded indiferently. Ciarra smiled and then after waving goodbye, she walked off, back in the direction of the old-lady's house, though that wasn't her chosen destination. Her mind was rebooted into the thinking mode, despite the fact that Cia didn't want to think seriously right now. She was actually quite sick of the depressing feeling that came with the thoughts that she had. She didn't know very much about herself, and it annoyed her. She focused her attention on the sound of laughture ahead, and after passing the house and walking a little, she came upon the source of it. She had arrived at a park, and the familiar figure of Von was lying on the ground, pinned by a mass fo kids. She laughed at the sight, one of the first real laughs that had come from her since she had awoken, and, she sensed, one of the first in a long time even before that. Moving over to one of the swings that was in the park and sat down, pushing her feet against the ground to get it moving in a gentle swaying motion. She continued to watch Von play with the children, and wished for her childhood back so she could join them. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: Ugamon....do you...errr...watch Smallville? IC: The moment of laughture Arian and Ciarra were sharing was gone when one of the members in their group collapsed. It was a quick process as Von deposited him on the couch and began getting the old lady supplies. Ciarra moved close to the couch and placed her palm on the mans forehead. It was burning up and she drew her hand back quickly. She started to bustle about along with the woman, wetting down the washcloth with cool water and placing it across his forhead, propping him up on pillows...that sort of thing. "I wish I had the power to heal..." she muttered, staring at her hands. She didn't now what else she could do besides try to break the fever and make sure the man got lots of fluid. She shot a few glares at the other members of the group, who seemed almost unconcerned that the man had collapsed. After doing what she could, she leaned against a wall and waited. She didn't like fevers. A memory flared in her mind of when she once had one... [I]She was alone, and it seemed she was in a forest...a dark forest. It was dawn, and the world seemed to be spinning around her. She was lying on the ground, her hair sweatsoaked and stuck to her forehead. She moaned, and leaned over and emptied her stomach of the little it had gotten in the last few days. Tears streamed down her face and she rolled back over to lay there, gazing at the blurry sky, unable to move or do anything.[/I] Ciarra's eyes were depressed as she remembered this, and her hands were clasped tightly on the khaki's she wore. She looked up and hoped that this man would come out of it soon... OOC: meep...We need more humor! TOo much seriousness! yeah...I know...that was a hypocrytical statement...but I am not good at the humor stuff unless others start it![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC:This RP isn't really going somewhere! Lets do something People! IC: Ciarra felt a surge of happiness pass through her when Arian decided to talk to her. She had thought that she would be a wallflower so to speak, and stay in the shadows and away from the group. She was in the middle of a conversation when she started to hear [I]them[/I]. "So do you remember any-" Arian was in the process of saying, but Ciarra cut her off. "Do...do you.. hear that?" Ciarra's ears twitched and she tilted her head. She noticed that she got a few weird looks from the others, but she ignored them. "No...I don't hear anything..." Arian was giving her an equally weird look, but her eyes also held curiosity. The voices were muffled, but they were talking about... Ciarra strained to hear them... [I]Food...that's what they are talking about...[/I] she realized, blinking. [I]But...Arian doesn't hear them, and nobody else shows evidence of hearing them...This must have to do with the lab...and what was done to me.[/I] She stood up abruptly and looked around for the source, walking closer to one of the walls of the house. She pressed her ear to it and could hear mice inside of it. [I]Are you what is talking?[/I] she thought silently, and the sound immediately ceased. [I]Well that's an answer....So I can hear mice...is that all I can do?[/I] She walked back and sat down next to Arian, still thinking. "Um...are you okay?" Arian's voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and around to her new friend. "yeah? Why?" "Err...no reason in particular...just your hands..." Ciarra looked at her hand and had to stifle a large gasp. THey weren't the hands she was familiar with, but more like small paws... "Like that of a mouse..."she said out loud, and then smiled. She knew what those experiments had done to her. She could shapeshift! She smiled, exited and started to explain to Arian what she had found out. After she explained, she noticed her hands were back to normal...the sound of the mice had returned to, and she moved it to the back of her mind so that she barely noticed it. [I]They must return to normal when I don't think about it...[/I]she concluded, and smiled again. It was getting dark, and though she still didn't have her memories, she knew something about herself finally! OOC: And there we go...she figured out her power...now ya'll gotta start some action besides fighting.. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] OOC: Shoot! I am so sorry peoples! I couldn't get on for the past few days, so I guess I am late for the RP...ah well...Here goes. Sorry if my description sounded more like fantasy, I am still in that mode as I normally RP fantasy...hehe...I also usually write fantasy stories, so it is hard to switch to something more fictional. IC: Crouched low on the roof of a building, the young woman who went by the name of Ciarra, the only thing she remembered about herself, tried to sort through the muddled throughts in her head. She had walked through the desert, wearing nothing- not really knowing that that was something she shouldn't do- with a handful of other people who seemed just as confused as she was. They had arrived at a town which one of the members of the group had seen from an impossibly far distance. [I]Superpowers?[/I] she thought. She was wearing a dark green shirt, one that didn't fit her exactly and slid off her shoulders constantly, and light pants that the woman who had given them to her had called Khaki's. That woman was a nice lady. She had found a pair of soft leather boots that fit her like they were made for her in a back closet in the old lady's house. Another thought of [I] Why did this woman have all these clothes?[/I] had struck her, but she dismissed it. It didn't matter. She ran a hand over the scars that crisscrossed her shoulders. She didn't know why they were there. The one on her wrist confused her the most. She knew she liked nature, and figured that was the reason for the leaves. More scars, she had discovered, were arrayed across her chest and back. [I] Why?[/I] she wanted to know. The fight below that had made her heart beat faster with fright for an unknown reason had died down and ended. She had fled up to the top of this building from the old lady's house when she heard the fight beginning. [I] Stairs,[/I] she concluded, [I] were a useful thing.[/I] Deciding that it was okay to come down once more, she leaped off the roof. She heard a few gasps her as she came down quick and landed on her feet in a half crouched position. She straightened and walked back to the house of the old woman. She decided she would think of her past and what had happened to her later. It was too confusing now. "Hello." was the only thing she said with her smooth and melodic like voice. The others were back at the house and she smiled briefly at them before leaning against a wall to gaze around some more. OOC: Well...I hope that works for now...I am sorry I posted so late! I will try not to do it again! ::curses those who keep her from getting online.::[/COLOR]