Post by Estemi.·* on Mar 14, 2009 19:26:06 GMT -5
The bank near Walled Stronghold was windy and desolate, as the dark grass struggled through deciduous muck and the trees rattled skeletally, their colorful autumn ballgowns discarded for a naked death. The water in the inlet mourned, clattering pebbles disconsolately and with an air of undisciplined wildness and abandon, howling with the cold breezes that billowed around our cold sitting stone.
Hillwood and I sat in the gloom of twilight barely seeing the shadows of each other, oblivious to detail. His hair hung in front of his face, casting shadows over his sharp bone structure. Shiny sparkling reflections of his eyes glistened through his hair. His hands rested on his knees, with his feet slightly resting on heels, boot strings loosened for comfort.
In the hand closest to me, he clutched a bright bauble, obstinately colorful to spite the sky and the twilight—a tiny perfect house, two tiny perfect people, a tiny perfect yard with green grass, red base, glittering rain. He gave the gaudy souvenir a shake, and watched intently as the glitter snow fell on the perfect scene.
His eyes moved behind his hair, and I felt him looking at me. He tapped on the glass with a fingernail, as though trying to capture the attention of the tiny perfect people. He stroked the glass with his thumb, cradling it in his hand. He held it out in front of himself and then flicked his wrist, sending the tiny perfect world into revolutions. Aeons passed. The bauble smashed onto a layer of washed up pebbles, water and blood splattered, and the glitter shone amongst shards of glass.
"The world is 'not' perfect..nor will our lives ever be," he said in a low monotone. He took a deep breath followed by a long sigh, scooting down to place his weight on his elbows behind himself.
I stared at Hillwood's silhouette—it's all I could do. My mouth hung slightly open, words wanting to spill but the howling wind seemed over power my thoughts. I placed a hand atop of his leg to silently provide comfort as we both sat still and took the moment for what it was.
A faint crackling disturbed the brush across the inlet, followed by a ghostly echo, caught our attention. Hillwood immediately stood up at guard, his duel-wield axes equip, peering towards the strange noises. "What the hell was that??" He whispered. I slowly slid off the rock, clenching upon my wand to focus power. I closed my eyes and began to listen to the wind, straining to hear what it's rustling silk flowing past my ear would reveal to me.
I began making out sounds—desperate cries for help seeping from the village. We quickly turned around and began to see people retreating from Walled Stronghold, screaming and running for their lives! The ghostly howls became more intense! Hillwood and I looked at each other, confused and in fear.
((This is an open RP thread where we need to figure out what is happening and what is invading Walled Stronghold. Is this the only invasion? Who was involved? How can we help? Tell us your side!))
Hillwood and I sat in the gloom of twilight barely seeing the shadows of each other, oblivious to detail. His hair hung in front of his face, casting shadows over his sharp bone structure. Shiny sparkling reflections of his eyes glistened through his hair. His hands rested on his knees, with his feet slightly resting on heels, boot strings loosened for comfort.
In the hand closest to me, he clutched a bright bauble, obstinately colorful to spite the sky and the twilight—a tiny perfect house, two tiny perfect people, a tiny perfect yard with green grass, red base, glittering rain. He gave the gaudy souvenir a shake, and watched intently as the glitter snow fell on the perfect scene.
His eyes moved behind his hair, and I felt him looking at me. He tapped on the glass with a fingernail, as though trying to capture the attention of the tiny perfect people. He stroked the glass with his thumb, cradling it in his hand. He held it out in front of himself and then flicked his wrist, sending the tiny perfect world into revolutions. Aeons passed. The bauble smashed onto a layer of washed up pebbles, water and blood splattered, and the glitter shone amongst shards of glass.
"The world is 'not' perfect..nor will our lives ever be," he said in a low monotone. He took a deep breath followed by a long sigh, scooting down to place his weight on his elbows behind himself.
I stared at Hillwood's silhouette—it's all I could do. My mouth hung slightly open, words wanting to spill but the howling wind seemed over power my thoughts. I placed a hand atop of his leg to silently provide comfort as we both sat still and took the moment for what it was.
A faint crackling disturbed the brush across the inlet, followed by a ghostly echo, caught our attention. Hillwood immediately stood up at guard, his duel-wield axes equip, peering towards the strange noises. "What the hell was that??" He whispered. I slowly slid off the rock, clenching upon my wand to focus power. I closed my eyes and began to listen to the wind, straining to hear what it's rustling silk flowing past my ear would reveal to me.
I began making out sounds—desperate cries for help seeping from the village. We quickly turned around and began to see people retreating from Walled Stronghold, screaming and running for their lives! The ghostly howls became more intense! Hillwood and I looked at each other, confused and in fear.
((This is an open RP thread where we need to figure out what is happening and what is invading Walled Stronghold. Is this the only invasion? Who was involved? How can we help? Tell us your side!))