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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 15:50:45 GMT -5
Eithne sat on the edge of the cliff, unaffected by the sheer cliff as her red gaze looked towards the setting sun, reflecting the light in thier depths and she shook her head, a light sniffling noise came from her as she sat there. She rested her hands in her lap.
A little ways behind her, Aurora lay on the ground and Eithne didn't keep so much as the lightest bit of watch over her weapon as her eyes wandered about the skies in thier bloom of vibrant oranges and striking pinks that laced over the whispy clouds in the expansive sky above. Eithne's frail frame contrasted the sheer cliffs she sat at and she shook her head slightly.
Eithne still hadn't gotten her jacket back from Cowl, though she didn't really miss it much- but she still kinda wanted it back... So she was seen now, wearing a black dress, the skirt came to her mid thigh and a pair of golden chains looped on her waist. A zipper came down a few inches, then went diagonal to her waist- and to add to this- there was a hood as well, though Eithne didn't have it pulled over her head at this point in time. She sniffled once more as she sat there alone, with the sunset prevailing and she looked behind her, at the sword and she lifted it up and grabbed a book from underneath it and silently began reading. The book seemed fairly well sized and she had no safeguards about her but the comfort of silence, though she still kept all her mental guards up
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Post by demonfire on Sept 25, 2007 16:15:21 GMT -5
Estrik, now back in control of his body, 'saw' Eithne at the edge of the cliff. He now wore a dark black shirt almost identical to the one he had worn before, and a pair of dark blue jeans. The jeans were more or less of the 'Straight' kind, not really being baggy or tight, in somewhat of the middle of the two. A chain ran from a space in the pocket, down into a dip, and then ended back inside. His blank eyes scanned the scene as he debated whether or not to try to at least fill the gap between him and Eithne, and eventually he decided yes.
He nonchalantly walked over next to Eithne, and took a seat next to her, dropping his legs off past the edge of the cliff. A breeze came by and silently brushed against his hair, pushing it to the left, seeming like he had just ran a comb through his bangs. He simply sat there, silent, 'staring' into the horizon.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 16:33:20 GMT -5
Eithne didn't even look towards Estrik as he arrive, "You're here... why?" she inquired, her expression didn't change and all signs that she had previously been crying were now gone as she read, though if one took the time to notice, you could notice her eyes were a tad puffy. Other than the telepathic message, there was no reaction to Estrik's arrival and instead she simply continued with her reading. She turned the page and continued with her reading, absentmindedly not expecting a response as a cooling breeze whipped around the two, though Eithne seemed still not to notice anything else that happened around her.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 25, 2007 18:56:07 GMT -5
"Because you've been crying, want to talk about it?" Estrik telepathically asked, still gazing unto the horizon. He made no move or gesture as to touch Eithne in anyway, but he put his arms out behind him and leaned on them. Truthfully, Estrik had never read a book, he could read, of course, but he had just never gotten around to having someone else look at the book while he zoomed through the pages. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, contemplating everything that had happened to Eithne and himself, as well as keeping up his own mental guard while he devised a game plan as to how he was to go about this.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 19:05:06 GMT -5
"I haven't been crying." Eithne stated, only a minorly defensive tone in her voice as she continued to read, paying no attention to her book, "And if you're trying to bond with me or some silly notion of that sort... I'd suggest that you stop wasting your time." she turned the page, obviously she was a fairly fast reader considering she'd just read two pages, and she gazed only momentarily up at the sunset, and then towards Estrik, "though why you're so sure to look at the sunset when you're blind to it is a mystery to me..." and she rolled her eyes before returning to the book.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 25, 2007 19:21:37 GMT -5
"Ok, I didn't mean to offend you. And you don't have to use eyes to enjoy a sunset; that is one of the things I learned earlier in life. A sunset is beautiful to those who cannot see, as music is still beautiful to those who cannot hear. If a tree were to fall in the forest, but no one was around to hear it, would it make a sound? Even though no one perceives it?" Estrik thought to her. One of his fingers was tapping on the ground, keeping beat to some muted song, while his eyes, simply empty sentinels, watched as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, sucking the beauty of the sunset sky as it did, but the remaining colors in the sky came together to make a grand finale of shades, hues, and colors of all kinds in perfect harmony.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 25, 2007 20:05:43 GMT -5
Eithne didn't look up at the granduer of the sunset, "Stop attempting to be philisophical... and again- if you're trying to befriend me, it's a lost cause... because either this is all in jest, or insane. I'd suggest you go with the option of insane." Eithne's tone in telepathy was rather absentminded and it was obvious she was enjoying her book but she paused and looked up at the sunset at it's peak before sighing, and she sent the image from her eyesight to Estrik silently before returning to her book. She gave no reason for sending the sunset to Estrik, but she of course had to have one somewhere in her head. She was notoriously mean to people and things of the sort but there were certain things about Eithne that people didn't know... and the fact was- there was an ending to this sentance that gave away A LOT about Eithne, so I had to change it! *wink*
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Post by demonfire on Sept 26, 2007 15:03:06 GMT -5
((Li-Wa, Estrik hates you now...))
"Thanks," Estrik said in an emotionless mental tone. He silently marveled at the gamut of colors that blended with each other in the evening sky. A mental play list of random songs began in Estrik's head as he awaited Eithne's next move. Fear of the Dark initiated in his mind, with the slow progression of notes unlike a Heavy Metal Song. The cool breeze whipped around again, blowing his hair around even more. Things were at least better when they had started, with Eithne hating him with a passion. He lay down on the ground now, hands behind his head as he 'stared' straight up into the heavens.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 26, 2007 15:34:50 GMT -5
Eithne said absolutely nothing as she looked skyward, a light sigh escaped her lips as the dark clouds rolled on the horizon and she slid her book under her sword to hopefully give it some vague notion of a chance to stay dry. She cracked her knuckles absentmindedly as she looked down the gulley at which she sat on the edge of, her red eyes picking up every detail with the precision of a predator and she made no noise as she looked behind herself.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 26, 2007 15:48:52 GMT -5
A small drop of water landed on Estrik's hair, matting it down into a wet mass of dead cells. In an instant, the single drop of water turned into a downpour of the fluid. Estrik's dirty blond hair turned into a brown as the rain acted like a natural dye. He sat upright, not wanting to guzzle down rain water and drown in it. Even though, a smile escaped his expression as he gave a content sigh, "Gotta love the rain."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 26, 2007 16:16:50 GMT -5
Eithne kept her eyes to the sky as a flash of light bolted through the clouds and it's heavy rumble crashed through the air. She held a hand out silently as the rain fell into it, the cool water quickly overflowing over her delicate fingers. She seemed to have forgotten about Estrik as she kept her dark gaze skyward as she opened her mouth and the rain fell onto her soft tongue. Eithne liked the rain, she liked it very much. She placed her hands on the ground behind her as her wet hair hung over her shoulders, her face damp with the droplets of rain that pattered on her skin. She leaned back into the tendrils of cool grass and closed her eyes as if she slept, her ears picking up the slightest noises within the patter of the dripping drops as a steady breathing pattern ensued, her breasts rose and fell slowly as the air ebbed and flowed in and out of her body, "I like the rain..." she stated telepathically to Estrik, her mental voice like a gentle relaxed whisper that was barely audible to Estrik. She pulled her thin legs up from the drop of the cliff, her feet rested on the ground and her knees bent at a ninety degree angle. The rain continued to fall on her willowy body which lay still as a corpse except her breaths that kept the same relaxed pattern as her chest moved up and down under the fabric of her dress that now clung to her flesh like a second skin due to the rainwater that drenched her body.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 26, 2007 16:37:00 GMT -5
A small, silent burst of telekinetic energy was directed towards Eithne, not feeling much more than a light breeze. It gave Estrik a general image of Eithne, curves, eyes, hair, and all that jazz. His denim jeans seemed to get much heavier as the rain came down, making him feel like he had weights on his legs. Estrik gave a small, soundless gulp as he sent a telepathic thought to Eithne, "You look good, Eithne." He didn't know what else to say, she seemed content in the downpour, and Estrik always thought that girls loved compliments. He was only thirteen, cut him some slack.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 26, 2007 17:16:19 GMT -5
Eithne looked towards Estrik with a raised eyebrow, "What are you trying to say?" she stood up, a light frown on her face as the muscles on her hand tightened as she brought it back, and held it still, resisting the need to prompty beat Estrik for making such a comment, he was an idiot, and a child at that. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she glared through the rain, obviously not too happy, "You can come out, you know!" she called, though whoever was there and apparently there was someone there. Even though they were invisible to Eithne, and Estrik as well, though how they managed to achieve that was unknown.
"Not quite yet- besides, are you really sure I'm here?" Came a responding voice, though nobody made thier appearance. Whoever had spoken was male, obviously but the voice was chilling and seemed rather hauntingly calm and smooth in tone.
Eithne rolled her eyes, she really wasn't in the mood for this.
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Post by demonfire on Sept 26, 2007 19:59:58 GMT -5
"You know what, God Forbid you get a compliment," Estrik said, rolling his eyes and giving an annoyed tone in his statement. He sighed, yeah, Eithne was too disconsolate. "And who are you?" he asked, now throughly annoyed, to the stranger in the rain. He got up, using his arm as support as he leaned on it. Estrik spit a little onto the ground, he didn't care much for as to what Eithne thought about him at them moment. He wished he had brought some kind of weapon along, all he had at the moment was his body, and he had a feeling whomever this was would have much more stronger things than that.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 26, 2007 20:11:15 GMT -5
A wolf was quietly stalking a rabbit in the trees for no real reason except that it was organic, and everyone needed to eat healthy sometimes. Usually wolves were pack hunters, using teamwork and strategy to bring down foe lightning-swift, but when one was a lone wolf, they found themselves falling back on more feline tactics of hunting. Not to say that you couldn't interest the forest wolf in teaming with you sometimes, but there was also a satisfaction in hunting by yourself. Perhaps it was just because Franco was a people person.
The large wolf, something between a copper and ginger color with sharp amber eyes, prepared to strike. When some cocky, arrogant voice started yelling some crap about being really there, scaring it away. A low growl escaped his throat, and the wolf thought some choice curses in addition. So who was this bastard?
Seeing too students nearby (though they obviously didn't say it) and not the idiot, he trotted over to them, casting a flat eye around the surrounds.
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