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Post by Horus on Mar 3, 2007 23:09:03 GMT
A cold, clammy feeling on the back of His head made him stir. His face was cold, the air felt damp.
Where was he?
What had happened?
He began to move, his leg hurt. Horus Slowly opened his eyes. He was lying down staring at a ceiling. One that looked like the inside of the old tsar's palace in New Moscow. Flame from the candle holders lit up the surroundings. He turned his head, seeing the black floor that he was lying on and twin staircases that lead up elegantly onto a balcony like entrance to the second floor.
'where the hell am i?' he thought to himself as he sat up. His leg hurt some more as he looked around
"woah" he said outloud. The noise echoed.
He looked to his right and saw the only thing he recognised. His rifle. He picked it up, checked it. And stood up, or tried. he fell down in pain as he realised his leg was broken. he didnt let out a whimper though. not one whine. He needed to be silent here. in this strange place. 'what, did i get drunk and win the lottery?' he thought as he looked around.
Suddenly, like a hammer to the back of his head, memories of what had happened came rushing back. The woman. her children. Eaten alive while they still screamed. the beast. biting his leg and then blackness. was this hell? was this purgatory? was this simply an adrenaline induced coma in the few intances before death?. He didnt know.
one thing he knew for sure though. He hated hangovers.
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Post by Airlia on Mar 3, 2007 23:14:30 GMT
Airlia flew through the night as a dove, white against the darkness, with shining purple eyes. She glowed softly, ethereal in the moonlight. She swooped through an open window into the Entrance Hall, and as she landed turned into her usual form.
Airlia's hair was long, and coiled round to cover her nakedness appropriately.
Oh. A man, Airlia took him in calmly, her face set into a slight smile. What luck.
"Good Evening, friend." She blinked, licking her lips with a dark purple tongue. He looked rather... tasty. "What manner of creature are you?" She asked openly, almost innocently.
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Post by Horus on Mar 3, 2007 23:26:29 GMT
Looking around still, trying to take this place in. Horus did not notice the bird land near him.
What he did notice was when the bird turned into a naked woman with long hair barly covering her.
She smiled, with a thought full look in her eyes she began to speak
"Good Evening, friend." She blinked, licking her lips with a dark purple tongue. Which made Horus even more confused about his sanity "What manner of creature are you?" She asked openly, almost innocently.
"im human, i think." Horus replied. Still unsure what to make of her.
Not to attract her attention, or to make himself appear hostile. Out of caution above all else. Horus flicked the saftey off his rifle.
"One thing i do know for sure, is i dont have a clue where i am. All i remember is getting attacked by a large..." horus scoured his memories for a description "wolf... and then im here..."
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Post by Airlia on Mar 3, 2007 23:31:39 GMT
Airlia smiled, he looked new. Which was to say, green to Midian. The kind that she could lead by the nose with ease. Humans were so, hurried, and that was always fun to watch.
"You are in Midian. In the Palace." She explained helpfully, she indicated it with her slim arm.
She liked his voice too, whilst her's was a precise yet husky whisper, his was broad and heavy. It amused her. What did not amuse her was her hair, which was moving about. She concentrated, trying to calm herself, and it settled back on her form.
"My name is Airlia." She added, for clarity. "What's your name, human?"
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Post by Horus on Mar 3, 2007 23:39:45 GMT
"your in Midian, In the Palace" The strange Naked woman smiled, explaining with confidence in her voice, she moved her arm in motion with her words.
"My name is Airlia," she nodded, "whats your name human?"
"Horus" He replied quietly, noticing that there was blood soaking through his jeans from his hurt leg. "midi... " he tried to pronounce it "Midian?, how the hell did i get here? the last thing i remember i was in a field somewhere south of New Moscow" He said not taking his blue eyes off her.
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Post by Airlia on Mar 4, 2007 13:07:55 GMT
Airlia tried his name out on her tongue. "Horus." It sounded nice to her, the constanents and vowels alternating in their turns. She liked the neatness of it.
She smelt the blood, and her hands tingled. Healing. She could heal to a certain degree, more take away pain than help with mending.
"Would you like some help with your leg, Horus?" Airlia was amused buy him no end. Despite his obvious power and strength, there was a vulnerability to him that junxtaposed perfectly with that initial counterance. She would help him, yes. She wanted to show him what she could do to, to incite a reaction.
So she decided on a cat, medium sized, pure white with her characterisitc purple tips, she padded over to him, and flicked her tongue experimentally over the small patch of blood.
Yes. She couldn't heal broken bones, but take the pain away for a bit. But, etiquette demanded that he confirm his desire to be helped, otherwise, she would leave him to his own devices.
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Post by Horus on Mar 4, 2007 13:34:50 GMT
after trying to say his name, and getting it right. The woman spotted the blood.
"would you like help with your leg horus?" she asked before turning into a large cat with white hair.
"yes, i mean, if you can help. id apreciate it" he said, emphasising the words with his accent, upper class russian. He had been pursuaded.. despite his instincts of "shoot first and forget the questions" to trust this seemingly friendly bieng. But he did not lower his guard. and he clutched his weapon tignt in his arms. watching her lick the blood.
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Post by Airlia on Mar 4, 2007 14:09:48 GMT
Airlia licked at the wound, purring at the same time, willing it to heal. It did not matter this was through the material of his clothes, for it was the action of her spirit that mattered. Her will to heal made the healing possible.
The metallic tang filled her senses, the heady crimson liquid's temptaion threatened to engulf her. Hah. She was no Vampire, and was able to resist.
Perhaps seconds, minutes or hours passed, Airlia didn't know, easing her body and mind into the task with singular purpose. She felt her strength wane as she poured her own energy into Horus's. The balance had to be just right, she didn't want to turn table completely and not have the strength to move - or run - so she withdrew, turning into her usual form to save her strength. She ended up sitting cross legged in front of him, her cheeks flushed with excersion and her breath slightly quicker than usual.
She sighed, and pulled herself away, standing and brushing off whatever dust had collected on her back. Healing, it was sometimes more trouble than the debt it incurred, and Airlia hoped this one would be grateful.
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Post by Horus on Mar 4, 2007 14:17:17 GMT
Hours passed, with the bieng healing the wound, Horus kept quiet, even though it tickled a little, he thought of what had happened. the wolf. the blackness and then here. lying on teh cold black marble flooring with a seemingly deamonic cat licking a wolf bite on his leg. The sheer randomness of the situation threatenned to make him laugh, but he did not, lest he break her concentration or startel his new found "friend".
She sat up eventually, returning to her naked self. it was at this time that horus noticed her beauty. The purple eyes where what captivated him the most.
She said nothing, but sighed as she stood up to brush the dust off, Horus watched, still captivated by her eyes.
"thank you" he said trying to stand again, the pain had gone. He stood up and nodded at her. can you tell me more about this place? who else is here.. where exactly is here any way?" shaking his head to concentrate on his surroundings. he brushed his long white hair from his face.
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Post by Airlia on Mar 4, 2007 14:43:26 GMT
Airlia met his blue eyes - a remarkable shade and how the hue filled his whole eye even in a place like Midian - with her own calmly, a little weary after her task.
If he were new here, and asking such questions, then he obviously had not meant to jaunt his way into this little Palace then, had he? Metaphysics wasn't Airlia's strong point, and she floundered for the words as her hands swam about in gesticulation to try and compensate.
"Midian is like a crossroads. But not where roads join, but worlds. This is Lord Draxus's palace." She emphasised the title with a mocking smile adorning her lips. Lord indeed. She could claim herself Lady Airlia of the Midian Ruins, she surmised it amounted to the same thing.
She actually transformed into Draxus then, a white and purple version of the man - a rather stern expression on his features- a second's flicker and she was back to herself. "If you ask nicely he might let you stay. I take it you aren't from Midian?" She questioned lightly, her hands playing with the ends of her hair distractedly.
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Post by Horus on Mar 4, 2007 14:49:58 GMT
he listened to her words. She mentioned a lord.. what was his name.. Draxus?
"who?" he asked before she turned intio a man for a second.. "oh.."
"if you ask nicely, he might let you stay. I take it you aren't from midian?" She asked, playing with her hair
"No, id never heard of the place untill i woke up here." he paused blinking and looking around "im from New Moscow" Feeling suddenly at ease he swung the rifle round and strapped it over his shoulder. "have you always dwelled here?"
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Post by Airlia on Mar 4, 2007 15:04:14 GMT
Airlia replied blithely as she walked in a circle about him slowly, taking in his form with flickering eyes.
"Oh, since I was born. You get used to it. I live in the city, not this Palace."
New Moscow? That sounded foreign and exotic to her, and it caused a smile in Airlia. He probably found it as dull as she found things here. Well, dullness wasn't the right word, because there was excitement to be found, but her existance was long and slow, and she had found as she had got older that it was more difficult to find interesting things. Horus - to Airlia - was a good example of an 'interesting' thing.
"With that leg, you will need somewhere to shelter. The Palace might help you for a while... but you can stay with me if things don't work out."
She smiled languidly, slowly, spreading across her features like cool honey. The full implications of her words were compounded by the fiery glint to her eye, like summer lightening as she locked eyes with Horus, before she looked away, almost demurely.
"Remember that, Horus, and think on it." She smiled, and then turned again, this time the transformation was slower - Airlia was indeed tired - and she was a bird once more, a dove. She cooed gently before flying once again out of the open window and into the night. Oh yes. She'd keep her eye on that one.
((exit))
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Post by Horus on Mar 4, 2007 15:14:41 GMT
"i will remember that offer. thank you." he said after her as she flew out of the open window.
Thie was a strange place. But atleast, for now no one was shooting, throwing grenades or otherwise trying to end his life. So it was a good thing. Horus slid his left hand into his pocket and pullled out a pack of cigarettes. he put one in his mouth, lit it and took a long draw. exhaled, reflecting on that strange encounter. He put it out and walked towards the nearest door. He needed to find this Lord Draxus. To see about staying here.
He grinned as he remembered her eyes. "its official, i think im stoned, or drunk" he said outloud as he opened the door and walked through it.
(exit)
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